Sarah liked to love bad men
And her favorite game was to play pretend
Like she didn't know how it would go this time
Like his love would always feel like summertime
Sarah slept all day, yeah
And Sarah worked all night
When she came home there would always be a fight
Of bills to pay, of beer to buy
This one was just like the last guy
With each season the men got worse
Sometimes, old Sarah dreamed of a hearse
She felt so tired, she felt so used
This one would be better than the last guy
He had to be better than the last guy
He had to be
Sarah liked to love bad men
Pretend she could fix them right until the end
Sarah liked to love bad men