They're all starting to confess,  But What do I do now with the reminiscents of this torn dress  When will my anger turn into faith, these old blue badges are still getting paid  I don't believe in anything anymore, nevertheless any kind of male reform  He said good things come to those who wait  So I'll wait and wait and wait    I've been to the parties  I've worked in all the bars  I've stood and been complacent  I've watched them take it too far    I'm just as afraid of the men that I know  Than I am of these strangers  I said I wanted to take it slow  He said I thought you were an entertainer    Good women don't exist in this world  There's only wicked women, and little girls  When the hell did I become so vain  We're not protecting anybody just saving face    Good women don't exist in this world  They only see wicked women, and little girls  When will immorality take over me  I'm bound and bonded and set to please    Roll over, sit down, play nice  Then they wonder why the bitch bites  Good women don't exist in this world  The rest of us are only left to serve    They're all starting to confess  But what do I do now  With the reminiscents of this torn dress?