When I was a young girl,

I gave my whole heart to the highest

Punished myself when I went astray

Begged to be molded back into place

Then I came into the real world

And I never struggled with loneliness,

It was just impossible to break my habits

Shout out to your model American

Tried so hard to be not f****d up

Played by the rules like it mattered

Now I don′t even know what's right

If I could be born again,

Give me a god that′s been just made up

Say that he gives a decision

So I don't have to be the good girl

As I'm lookin′ back on my life,

I see I always tried to fake some edge

As if my black make-up could cover up

The cleanest parts of my conscience

I always stayed away from guilt

Or anything that could provide it,

Couldn′t live with the chance of being convicted

The good girl, always the good girl,

What will it take to make me break?