Aftermath

They're all starting to confess What do I do now with the remnants of this torn dress? When will my anger turn into faith? 'Cause 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 I'll wait and I'll 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 thеse strangers I said I wanted to takе 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 anyone, 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 am 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 remnants of this torn dress?