Take another photo Post it for the world to see People that you don't know Who the hell you tryna please? If you lack a credit card Will you never see the shot? Doctor, doctor, hide the scars Please Those Hype Williams videos Taught you how to wear your clothes Drop it low, touchin' your toes When did all these good girls decide to be bad? Dancin' up on the table, gettin' back at your dad Who's the asshole that told you That's what you had to do? Yeah When did all these good girls decide to be bad? You know I love your skin, but is it deeper than that? Don't wanna blame you for it, cause that's what we ask of you Yeah, but when did all these good girls Going out to the girls in the club who put it down You know sexy isn't just what you see, yeah I ain't mad a little game of run around As long as you can keep up with me If you lack a credit card Will you never see the shot? Doctor, doctor, hide the scars Please, please Those Hype Williams videos Taught you how to wear your clothes Drop it low, touchin' your toes When did all these good girls decide to be bad? Dancin' up on the table, gettin' back at your dad Who's the asshole that told you That's what you had to do? Yeah But when did all these good girls decide to be bad? You know I love your skin, but is it deeper than that? Don't wanna blame you for it, cause that's what we ask of you That's what we ask But when did all these good girls But when did all these good girls I used to be too bad for the good girls Now I'm too good for the bad girls, no middle ground Funny how big cities turn to little towns When you tend to get around, I think we should sit it down Girl you way too good to be in here I see what they don't see and see it clear I think we should prolly take a little time out You know, slow it down, clear your mind out Figure out what you're into You don't strike me as a club girl, you seem more residential To keep it real, I just want a bad girl tonight And a good girl for life, all I seen was potential When did all these good girls decide to be bad? You know I love your skin, but it's much deeper than that And gotta thank you for it, for showing me all of you When did all these good girls decide to be bad? Dancin' up on the table, gettin' back at your dad Who's the asshole that told you That's what you had to do? Yeah But when did all these good girls decide to be bad? You know I love your skin, but is it deeper than that? Don't wanna blame you for it, cause that's what we ask of you That's what we ask But when did all these good girls...

Well, I've walked these streets A virtual stage, it seemed to me Makeup on their faces Actors took their places next to me Well, I've walked these streets In a carnival of sights to see All the cheap thrill seekers The vendors and the dealers, they crowded around me Have I been blind, have I been lost inside Myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? Well, I've walked these streets In a spectacle of wealth and poverty In the diamond market the scarlet welcome carpet That they just rolled out for me And I've walked these streets In the madhouse asylum they can be Where a wild eyed misfit prophet on a traffic island stopped And he raved of saving me Have I been blind, have I been lost inside Myself and my own mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have seen? Have I been wrong, have I been wise To shut my eyes and play along Hypnotized, paralyzed By what my eyes have found By what my eyes have seen What they have seen Have I been blind? (Blind) Have I been lost? (Lost) Have I been wrong? (Have I been wrong?) Have I been wise? (Have I been wise?) Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? (By what my eyes have found?) In that great street carnival Have I been blind? (Blind) Have I been lost? (Lost) Have I been wrong? (Have I been wrong?) Have I been wise? (Have I been wise?) Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? (By what my eyes have found?) In that great street carnival In that carnival (It's crazy, yeah) (Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized) (By what my eyes have found?) (By what my eyes have found) (In that great street carnival)

Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me. Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world's gonna fall at my feet. It's all coming to me. Going down picking when it's harvest time, Gonna get my share, gonna get what's mine for me. Sun is a-blazing down but I don't mind; I'm picking, I'm digging, it's harvest time for me. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Ole sweet tooth aching in my head, Gonna fill my belly to the brim, oh yes indeed! Hive is a-buzzing in a hollow tree And I don't care if I gotta kill a little honeybee. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Oh my, it's all coming to me. Gonna get what's mine and wild horses couldn't keep it from me. Papa says I'm a golden child and the whole world is gonna fall at my feet. It's all coming to me. Pumpin' and a-suckin' till the well is dry, Nobody's booming in these busted times like me. Down in Texas where the cattle don't roam Oil is a-dripping and the savings and loans, they bleed. When I get my little eye on it, When I get my little mind on it, you best believe. Oh my, it's all coming to me. Papa came along and he shook the tree; Down came a bushel and a peck for me. Papa shooed away all the honeybees. Papa dug a well and it flowed for me. Papa caught the mother-lode fish for me. Papa set a fire and it burned for me. Papa put a skillet in the flame to fry; Papa filled this little silver spoon of mine. Papa said the Lord took a shine to me. Papa said I gotta set the whole world free. Papa said how it's gonna be.

Griselda is greedy, I'm sorry to say. She isn't contented with four meals a day, Like breakfast and dinner and supper and tea (I've had to put tea after supper-you see Why, don't you?) Griselda is greedy as greedy can be. She snoops about the larder For sundry small supplies, She breaks the little crusty bits Off rims of apple pies, She pokes the roast-potato-dish When Sunday dinner's done, And if there are two left in it Griselda snitches one; Cold chicken and cold cauliflower She pulls in little chunks- And when Cook calls: "What are you doing there?" Griselda bunks. Griselda is greedy. Well, that's how she feels, She simply can't help eating in-between meals, And always forgets what it's leading to, though The Doctor has frequently told her: "You know Why, don't you?" When the stomach-ache starts and Griselda says: "Oh!" She slips down to the dining-room When everyone's in bed, For cheese-rind on the supper-tray, And buttered crusts of bread, A biscuit from the biscuit-box, Lump sugar from the bowl, A gherkin from the pickle-jar, Are all Griselda's toll; She tastes the salted almonds, And she tries the candied fruits- And when Dad shouts: "Who is it down below?" Griselda scoots. Griselda is greedy. Her relatives scold, And tell her how sorry she'll be when she's old, She will lose her complexion, she's sure to grow fat, She will spoil her inside-does she know what she's at?- (Why do they?) Some people are greedy. Leave it at that.

What's it like there outside With the living, with the living Here I've found a place I can hide From the living, from the living Because I don't care to stay with the living Oh, the bottle has been to me My closest friend, my worst enemy Full of flavor, I walked a fine line Squandered it all and wasted my time And I don't stand a chance among the living For the lovers I've gambled and lost Count my mistakes, whatever the cost I'll go off, I'll make myself scarce Oh, come tomorrow You won't find me here 'Cause I don't care to stay with the living I don't think I'll remain with the living And I don't care to stay with the living No, I don't care to stay