I never know who you're going to be when you come from the bedroom.

In lingerie and stockings with polished stilettos gleaming, a flannel shirt and bare feet sans panties, or in an oversized sports jersey and CFM heels. Leggings and a baggy shirt with your hair in a pony-tail, perhaps a short skirt with a halter top or maybe leather pants and a bra.

Who are you today? How you dress doesn't always define your mood.

Are you my "good" girl or my "bad" girl?

Doesn't matter, I'm glad you're my girl.