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 fucked 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?