In this valley of tears that is life,
come with me down forbidden paths
to those who call us for better or worse
naughty girl, bad boy—
to those who call us for better or worse
naughty girl, bad boy.
At the bottom of that valley flows a stream—
it is the very image of our twenty years.
It is to that we owe this attitude and these habits
of naughty girl, bad boy.
It is to that we owe this attitude and these habits
of naughty girl, bad boy.
There is no living soul
who pleases me as much as you.
And if I was more innocent,
you would teach me everything I already know.
The children of the century are all a little foolish
but the clicking of the slot machine
will drown out the voice that says for better or worse
naughty girl, bad boy—
will drown out the voice that says for better or worse
naughty girl, bad boy.
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Tomorrow when the moon sets
there will exist in the world only you and I—
no one else to tell us for better or worse
naughty girl, bad boy.
And face to face we will say to one another tenderly
naughty girl, bad boy—
naughty girl, bad boy—
naughty girl, bad boy.
Buh-duh!