i hope he wants the bad girls,
the ones with danger in their blood,
and mischief in their eyes.

i hope he likes he sad girls,
the ones with scotch in one hand,
a gun in the other one,
and a cigarette hanging from their
dry, unwanted lips.

i hope he needs the mad girls,
the ones with ***** hands and ***** mind,
making him go insane with just a lick of the lips.

i hope he loves the lonely girls,
the ones who spend sleepless nights
drinking beer from cans, hating
themselves for becoming something
they swore they‘d never become,
for bad, bad boys,
like him.