I'm the goodie
Pretty pink bows
Little cute skirts
On my tip toes
I did no harm
Until this boy
He used my talent
Like a toy
He showed me off
Then tour me down
We soured so high
And owned this town
I now harm myself
Do bad things
No cutting teeth
On these diamond rings
I get in trouble
Sent to jail
Nocked out my collage degree
And forget yail
My mother cries
Shouts from dad
Everyone sees
I'M GOING BAD
