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 can 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