Ill Repute

I always prayed someday I’d meet
a girl so precious, girl so sweet
The type of girl who was pure and kind
but that type of girl’s to hard to find
I slept alone every single night
until I found a girl to put things right
She knows the way that it has to be
she’s got no time for chastity

Cause she’s a girl of ill repute
and I love to taste forbidden fruit
She’s no angel from above
but beggars can’t be choosers
winners can’t be losers in love

There’s other woman I would much prefer
but when they let me down I just run to her
But you know I wouldn’t do her wrong
I don’t let her down or lead her on

Well now I’m stranded cause you caught me red-handed
for sure,
I got a dirty little secret but I just can’t keep it
no more
Well I’m bang to rights and I can’t deny
well no excuse, no alibi

You know for me you are the only one
but you’ve kept me waiting far too long
You can’t expect me to stand in line
when I can get my kicks in half the time

A man of ill repute
and I leave a taste like rotting fruit
I’m no angel from above
but you can’t be a chooser
when you’re a loser in love
and I’m a loser in love