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?