Good Girl

Paris Paloma

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

G

I sometimes walk naked

A child in the garden,

C

and I pretend that there is no other way

Em

Despite the distant shadow of incredulous laughter

C

Echoing as if I should know why it's there

Em

But I like the feeling

C

I'm at the beginning of time, and no thoughts of who I am

Em

have entered my mind

C

I bend over the river and catch the glimpse of something that's

Em

none of my business

As I

C

scoop some up to drink, I disperse whatever it was

And you can

Em

scream at me all you want that the greatest love affair

C

is with myself

That it should be passionate,

Em

unwavering

No shadow of a doubt that I

C

am in love with my body, and my body is

Em

in love with me

But I am not, the water is

D

not in love with the cup that I drank from

Heaven is a

C

fed girl

Somebody's

G

got to, somebody's got to

And if you call me

D

"good girl"

One more

Em

time, then my fist will

D

meet your skull

C

For God's sake, how could I even be

G

gin

To clean up the mess of this

C

relationship

With my body? That

Em

third eye turned inwards on me

C

Running as if in a dream,

Em

getting out and wading back

C

in

Through the quagmire of who I might

Em

be

Balancing the scaffolding of

C

skin

And I grieve it

Em

I grieve the world where I

C

am a child in the

D

garden

Heaven is a

C

fed girl

Somebody's

G

got to, somebody's got to

And if you call me

D

"good girl"

One more time

Em

, then my fist will

D

meet your skull

Heaven is a

C

fed girl

Somebody's

G

got to, somebody's got to

And if you call me

D

"good girl"

One more time

Em

, then I will

D

break your nose

C

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

G

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

D

Cut free and let the soft down grow on you

Em

Never let the tide

D

be one more drop full

C

Go under the knife, make a new normal

G

Or die gnarled and happy, an old animal

D

I'd gnaw off my leg to escape it all

Em

D

Let time

C

take me, weather like the tree

How clever to

G

make a girl's own face the enemy

In the half-light, she'll

D

agonize to be evergreen

A "Good girl

Em

always look and

D

never be"

Heaven is a

C

fed girl

Somebody's

G

got to, somebody's got to

And if you call me

D

"good girl"

One more time,

Em

then my fist will

D

meet your skull

Heaven is a

C

fed girl

Somebody's

G

got to, somebody's got to

And if you call me

D

"good girl"

One more time,

Em

then I will

D

break your nose

C

G

D

Em

D

C

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