Oh Where, Oh Where, has my little bad girl gone?
Oh Where, Oh Where, can she be?
It's been such a long time, since she has come out, to play,
I surely hope, she hasn't up and moved, far away.
I miss the little tingle she gives me, and the little lies that she tells,
the look in her eyes and the way that she smells.
The sound of her laughter and the words that she writes
keep me re-reading them again and again, until late in the night.
Maybe she will think of me where ever she is and an evil little thought will pop into her head.
She will close her eyes and play with herself and tingle all over in her quaint little bed.
Or let the shower run an for extra minute or two
Remembering what fun we had together, perhaps that's what she'll do.
What ever it is she needs her lover to be,
I am very happy that she has chosen me.
Guess I'll close for now and be on my way,
I'll find my little bad girl tomorrow I'll pray.
