[Verse 1]
Silk dress
Sunday smile
Back pew
Folded hands
Halo cut from tinfoil
Stains where the grace once ran
She mouths the words they taught her
Each vow a swallowed scream
Ink hidden under white lace
Thorns stitched into the seams
[Chorus]
All the good girls on their knees
Praying hard for dirty dreams
Crosses carved in trembling skin
“Save me
Hurt me
Bless my sin”
All the good girls bite their tongues
Bruise their hearts to please someone
If you’re holy
Why can’t I breathe?
All the good girls
Good girls on their knees
[Verse 2]
He wears a borrowed wisdom
Cheap wine on his breath
Says
“Love is pure submission”
She rehearses how to beg
But her pulse writes different scripture
Drumming under fragile ribs
Every “amen” tastes like ashes
Burning through the perfect lips
[Chorus]
All the good girls on their knees
Praying hard for dirty dreams
Crosses carved in trembling skin
“Save me
Hurt me
Bless my sin”
All the good girls fake their calm
Fold their fear like paper palms
If you’re righteous
Why can’t I leave?
All the good girls
Good girls on their knees
[Bridge]
Is this devotion
Or just control in costume?
You crown my shame with roses
Then lock me in your room (oh)
You call it mercy
When you bend my will to yours
But every saint you’ve ever made
Was just a body on the floor
[Chorus]
All the good girls on their knees
Praying hard for sick relief
Turned their halos into chains
Just to carry all your blame
All the good girls rise and shake
Pull their mouths from every “please”
If we’re holy when we break
You’ll find your heaven
In the ones who leave these knees