| When I was a young girl,
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| I gave my whole heart to the highest
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| Punished myself when I went astray
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| Begged to be molded back into place
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| Then I came into the real world
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| And I never struggled with loneliness,
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| It was just impossible to break my habits
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| Chorus:
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| Shout out to your model American
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| Tried so hard to be not fucked up
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| Played by the rules like it mattered
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| Now I don’t even know what’s right
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| If I could be born again,
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| Give me a god that’s been just made up
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| Say that he gives a decision
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| So I don’t have to be the good girl
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| Verse 2:
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| As I’m lookin' back on my life,
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| I see I always tried to fake some edge
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| As if my black make-up could cover up
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| The cleanest parts of my conscience
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| I always stayed away from guilt
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| Or anything that could provide it,
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| Couldn’t live with the chance of being convicted
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| (Chorus)
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| Bridge:
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| The good girl, always the good girl,
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| What will it take to make me break? |
| (x2)
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| (Chorus) |