When the danger comes and sweeps you off your feet .
And you are forever left with never wanting anything left clean
Hence I don't ever flip the page I don't want anything new

Like starting afresh
I don't want anything neat
As like a pig I relish in own dirt 
Which is why I don't like to flirt

 I don't want a guy telling me my eyes shine bright like stars in the night
It's too corny and cliched 
Probably why I don't want a nice guy 
 Messed up I know 

 I like them as toxic as they come 
 I'm no Cinderella
I don't need a night and shining armour 
For I am no damsel in distress or rather a falsely accused criminal that needs bailing

I'm just thirsty needing to quench my thirst with no offsprings attached just ruthless and safe enough mating
So... 

Dear gentlemen make no mistakes I don't want a lad to calm my storms I want a rebel to help me embrace it
I don't want anyone to offer me peace I love drowning in the chaos 

The silence is too comforting while the noise challenges my demons 
Evokes my deepest darkest desires 
I want a sex addict with bad habits 
I mean we all know good guys always finish last and I need to come first 

So I don't need a Clyde that's going to panic and retire
 I just need a fighter like McIntyre 
Who does less of picture perfect but draws the realistic yet
Practical
Less of a fantasy making the actuality of things oh so magical