I may be bad...but I'm perfectly good at it.

Love is great, love is fine Out the box, out of line The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more 'Cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it Sticks and stones may break my bones But chains and whips excite me

This song was really pretty clever -- at least as far as being a pop cross over-- when it comes on the radio, I must say that I crack a smile at the horror of the vanillas.