They're all starting to confess,
But What do I do now with the reminiscents of this torn dress
When will my anger turn into faith, these old blue badges are still getting paid
I don't believe in anything anymore, nevertheless any kind of male reform
He said good things come to those who wait
So I'll wait and wait and wait
I've been to the parties
I've worked in all the bars
I've stood and been complacent
I've watched them take it too far
I'm just as afraid of the men that I know
Than I am of these strangers
I said I wanted to take it slow
He said I thought you were an entertainer
Good women don't exist in this world
There's only wicked women, and little girls
When the hell did I become so vain
We're not protecting anybody just saving face
Good women don't exist in this world
They only see wicked women, and little girls
When will immorality take over me
I'm bound and bonded and set to please
Roll over, sit down, play nice
Then they wonder why the bitch bites
Good women don't exist in this world
The rest of us are only left to serve
They're all starting to confess
But what do I do now
With the reminiscents of this torn dress?
They're all starting to confess,
But What do I do now with the reminiscents of this torn dress
When will my anger turn into faith, these old blue badges are still getting paid
I don't believe in anything anymore, nevertheless any kind of male reform
He said good things come to those who wait
So I'll wait and wait and wait
I've been to the parties
I've worked in all the bars
I've stood and been complacent
I've watched them take it too far
I'm just as afraid of the men that I know
Than I am of these strangers
I said I wanted to take it slow
He said I thought you were an entertainer
Good women don't exist in this world
There's only wicked women, and little girls
When the hell did I become so vain
We're not protecting anybody just saving face
Good women don't exist in this world
They only see wicked women, and little girls
When will immorality take over me
I'm bound and bonded and set to please
Roll over, sit down, play nice
Then they wonder why the bitch bites
Good women don't exist in this world
The rest of us are only left to serve
They're all starting to confess
But what do I do now
With the reminiscents of this torn dress?