I'm sorry I can't be a bad boy for you I'm not the kind of reclamation project that women dream of reclaiming It's the attitude you crave not the mood I've been manufacturing this bad boy body for two months Who am I fooling? It's the mind where the fantasies and possibilities take shape Even though I've flashed a knife at a bad boy it doesn't matter for I wasn't the bad boy nor am I a rock star or a pro athlete or a student who wears detention like a badge of honour I'm a ******* poet and who wants a holder of fantasies that have already been disclosed? I'm sorry I'll make it up to you I'll be the ear you require when your heart is broken I'll be the nodder you require when you need to make it clear that all guys are ***** even though it was the ***** you were hypnotized by in the first place Bad boy body? Bad boy language? It's doesn't mean a **** for it's all in the mind Who am I fooling? You'll be okay for the sea is teeming with jellyfish