Forbidden Fruit

She hopped in my car
Faster than bar time
"Honey, would you
Like a date?", she said

It wasn't even an original line
And my pants, they tightened
And my face grew taut
And in my mind, my mother said
"You'd better not"

Then again she always told me
That I wouldn't like the taste of beer
Hmm, and she slid real close to me
She said I need not fear

I looked like
I was caught in headlights
With the eyes
Of a lonely deer

Forbidden fruit
I'll scale your thorny vine
To reach the top
I'll scrape and twist my spine

Forbidden fruit
Man, what a joyous meal
It tastes so sweet
I'll even eat the peel

If they told me that I shouldn't
Then I would
Man, bad must mean good
Bad, bad, good

She thrust a tape
In my cassette deck
She seemed a little eager
I said, "This sounds
Just like a, a T.V. ad"
She said it was Bob Seger

And the smoke danced
Loops from a cigarette
And her fingernails
Were silver like a shiny jet

And her lipstick stained
The filter as she twirled it
Like a pink roulette wheel, hmm

"And would you like a gamble?"
She said, "Let's go back to my flat
For a extra fifty dollars
I'll make you purr like an atomic cat"

Forbidden fruit
I'll scale your thorny vine
To reach the top
I'll scrape and twist my spine

Forbidden fruit
Man, what a joyous meal
It tastes so sweet
I'll even eat the peel

If they told me that I shouldn't
Then I would
Man, bad must mean good
Bad, bad, good

We sat on her floor
Connected like a human train
I talked on and on, about my life
Her interest, she just feigned

As she layed me
Down on a single bed
And the roof dripped
Rain all around my head

And my ankles
They filled with beads of sweat
And the money
Looked so green, hmm

And she looked right through me
As if I were her window
And when we both were empty
The neon left an eerie glow

Forbidden fruit
I'll scale your thorny vine
To reach the top
I'll scrape and twist my spine

Forbidden fruit
Man, what a joyous meal
It tastes so sweet
I'll even eat the peel

If they told me that I shouldn't
Then I would
Man, bad must mean good
Why does bad always feel so good?