“Option Four"

                             
Oh my god just look at me; I’m rumpled and a mess;
Good heavens, am I bad or something; what made me do those things?
I think it must be him; he likes it so much it drives me just crazy.
Maybe I should clean up and change my cloths; but then again maybe I shouldn’t
  I’m not sure what happened; but I sure wasn’t a lady;
  That’s alright though I like that; I get tired of keeping track all the time.
  Wow that was forty five minutes ago; and I’m still feeling flush;
  Oh hell I know I’m fine; it’s about time someone showed their appreciation
He’s such a bad boy; but so sweet and tender; I could make some time for this one.
Look at me I’m ruffled and turned; but what the hell I’m sexy right?
The heck with it I’m going back in there; love it till I drop and why not
Then we'll have iced tea; and I'll ask him if he wants to stay for breakfast