Album: other songs

I Want To Be Evil


I've posed for pictures with Ivory Soap.
I've petted stray dogs and shied clear of dope.
My smile is brilliant, my glance is tender.
But I'm noted most for my unspoiled gender.
I've been made Miss Rangle, though I've never touch beer.
And I'm the person to whom they say: "You're sweet, my dear".

The only etchings I've seen have been behind glass.
And the closest I've been to a bar - was at ballet class.
Prim and proper.
The girl who's never been kissed.
Well, I'm tired of being pure, and not chaste.

Like something that seeks its level
I wanna go to the devil
I wanna be evil
I wanna spit tacks
I wanna be evil
And cheat at Jacks
I wanna be wicked
I wanna tell lies.
I wanna be mean
And throw mud pies.
I want to wake up in the morning with that "Dark Brown" taste.
I wanna see some dissipation in my face.
I wanna be evil.
I wanna be mad.
But more that that
I wanna be bad

I wanna be evil
And trump an ace.
Just to see my partner's face.
I wanna be nasty
I wanna be cruel
I wanna be daring
I wanna shoot pool

And in the theater
I want to change my seat
Just so I can step on everybody's feet
I wanna be evil
I wanna hurt flies
I wanna sing songs like the guy who cry-ey-ey-ey-eys
I wanna be horrid
I wanna drink booze
And whatever I've got, I am eager to lose.
I wanna be evil
Little evil me
Just as mean and evil
As I can be