The Good Girls Lyrics

She makes her bed first thing in the morning

So she won't crawl back in

She drinks her second cup of coffee

'cause it's the only available sin

She falls asleep on the subway

She feels like alice in the rabbit hole

She wakes up with a start

With an aching in her heart

She says they've got my mind and body

But they can't take my soul

They're making gold out of the good girls like me

They're making dollars out of all our fantasies

They're making bundles of cash

From the trash that we read/think we need/tapes & cd's

Making gold out of the good girls like me

She chooses shoes from the desk drawer

Flips the switch on the power strip

She plays a hand of cyber solitaire

It's not as good as a vegas trip

Everybody's talking weekend The one that passed and the one to come

She's got her self esteem

And the american dream

But her chances of advancing

Are ten thousand to one

They're making gold out of the good girls...

My mother didn't go to work

She stayed at home and she never got paid

Now i do double time

I'm slaving six to nine

I'm so tired at night

I think i've got it made

She goes out shopping on her lunch time

She wants to look like a partial success

She's searching for a ray of sunshine

In the lining of a thirty dollar dress

She returns to the office

She's got a headache that just won't quit

She says i work so hard to get my house with a yard

But sometimes i wonder why do i do any of it

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