Good Girl

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Heaven is a fed girl

Somebody's got to, somebody's got to

And if you call me "good girl"

One more time, then my fist will meet your skull

I sometimes walk naked, a child in the garden

And I pretend that there is no other way

Despite the distant shadow of incredulous laughter

Echoing as if I should know why it's there

But I like the feeling

I'm at the beginning of time

And no thoughts of who I am have entered my mind

I bend over the river and catch a glimpse

Of something that's none of my business

As I scoop some up to drink, I disperse whatever it was

And you can scream at me all you want

That the greatest love affair is with myself

That it should be passionate, unwavering

No shadow of a doubt that I am in love with my body

And my body is in love with me, but I am not

The water is not in love with the cup that I drink from

Heaven is a fed girl

Somebody's got to, somebody's got to

And if you call me "good girl"

One more time, then my fist will meet your skull (skull)

For God's sake, how can I even begin

To clean up the mess of this relationship with my body?

That third eye turned inward, turning (ah)

Running as if in a, getting out and wading back in

Through the quagmire of who I might be

Balancing the scaffolding of skin

And I grieve it

I grieve the world where I am

A child in the garden

Heaven is a fed girl

Somebody's got to, somebody's got to

And if you call me "good girl"

One more time, then my fist will meet your skull

Heaven is a fed girl

Somebody's got to, somebody's got to

And if you call me "good girl"

One more time, then I will break your nose

And I say it to myself, "Somebody's got to"

And I repeat it in my teeth, "Somebody's got to"

Cut free and let the soft down grow on you

Never let the tide be one more drop full

Go under the knife, make a new normal

Or die gnarled and happy, an old animal

I'd gnaw off my leg to escape it all

Let time take me, weather like the tree

How clever to make a girl's own face the enemy

In the half-light, she'll agonise to be evergreen

A "good girl", always look and never be

Heaven is a fed girl

Somebody's got to, somebody's got to

And if you call me "good girl"

One more time, then my fist will meet your skull

Heaven is a fed girl

Somebody's got to, somebody's got to

And if you call me "good girl"

One more time, then I will break your nose