I don't want to be a good girl

Good girls wear bras
To cover up their dirty pillows
Cross their legs when their around
Those nasty fellows
They come home after dark
To tend to their household
Wait till it' s dark to show their jewel
Hide it under covers
Quietly submit
Good girls are beacons of heavenly love
And never lose their temper
Especially while your mother watches
No fuss
Pull out your prescribed Xanax and
hush
Good girls know their place
They go to college
To listen to promises
That aren't equivalent to them
Keep smiling
And let that good boy hit
When you die they will say
"She was a good girl"
But that's it