Good Girls Don’t

They always said…

“Be good.”

…Where’s the fun in that?

Perfect picture, perfect smile,

Played the part for quite a while,

Always coloring inside the lines,

Never speaking what’s on my mind,

Then the music found my feet,

Turned the ordinary bittersweet,

Now the city’s calling out,

And I’m finally figuring it out.

Maybe I’m done…

Living by somebody else’s rules…

Maybe tonight…

I’ll choose my own…

Good girls don’t…

But maybe I do,

Write my own story,

Paint my own truth,

Good girls don’t…

Or so they say,

I’m chasing the moon,

Not running away,

If being fearless

Means breaking the mold,

Then call me unforgettable…

I’m not doing what I’m told.

Oh-oh…

No looking back…

Oh-oh…

I’m dressed in confidence…

Every rumor starts somewhere,

Usually when no one dares,

Take the first step, make a scene,

Become exactly what they mean,

Every heartbeat, every choice,

Sounds a little more like my voice,

No permission, no disguise,

I can see it in your eyes.

No more waiting…

No more hiding…

I’m done apologizing…

Good girls don’t…

But maybe I do,

Write my own story,

Paint my own truth,

Good girls don’t…

Or so they say,

I’m chasing the moon,

Not running away,

If being fearless

Means breaking the mold,

Then call me unforgettable…

I’m not doing what I’m told.

Maybe the rules…

Were never made for me…

Maybe the spotlight…

Feels more like home…

And maybe…

That’s exactly who I’m meant to be.

Good girls don’t…

But legends will,

Climb every mountain,

Stand every hill,

Good girls don’t…

That’s yesterday,

Tonight I’m dancing

My own way,

No more labels,

No more doubts,

This is what freedom

Looks like now.

Good girls don’t…

Candy Viper does.