Lyric Post Script

He came on ecclesiastically
His sermon loud and bold
And I got hold of spiritual healing
His eloquence, magnificent
I didn t stand for long
And there I learnt how prayer can be misguiding

But I m a good girl
Oh I m a good girl
I m a good girl

They recommended counselling
But I don t need to talk
I don t get off on communal changing
I m better bred, much better led
Leave my keys at home
But brace yourselves for industrial cleavage

Cos I m a good girl
Oh I m a good girl
I m a good girl

If you live a lie you ll die a liar
If you live a lie you ll die a liar
Pants on fire

Jean of Arc, come kiss my art
Leave a charcoal mark
There s so much more to solitary refinement

Cos I m a good girl
Oh I m a good girl
I m a good girl

If you live a lie you ll die a liar