I don't believe in good men,
I don't believe in good men
I don't believe in seeing silver lines
Riding your bike,
you holler,
liking the bones of collars
Wish you could trace your hands down mine
Every time I spit you out
Stone-faced walking Jefferson,
I'm a cold bitch like you say I am
I'm a no fun,
waste of beauty type,
got a quiet bark but a deadly bite
God made me a work of art,
if you thought that he left me in the dark
You're a little man and a big boy with a little brain and a big voice
I don't believe in good men,
I don't believe in good men I don't believe I'm safe in the
dark Kissing between my fingers, quaking my pace
of fever Checking my back, the beat of my heart
Stops in strides,
tears me apart Stone-faced walking Jefferson,
I'm a cold
bitch like you say I am I'm a no fun,
waste of beauty type,
got a quiet bark but a deadly bite
God made me a work of art,
if you thought that he left me in the dark
You're a little man and a big boy with a little brain and a big voice
Stone-faced as I'm walking through,
praying I'm slipping but I take you away
And I spit a little too hard,
take my bitterness a little too far
How can I be the perfect girl,
smile wide enough and get my dress a-trawling
There's a wind and it's a lonely villain,
oh and it's a night steiner