Bad Girl's Lament

Ain't I the jezebel? Ain't I the queen? Been from here to hell and every stop in between! Ain't I better now? Ain't it the best? I got this scarlet red letter that I flaunt on my chest And be careful how you treat me cause what I think, I tend to manifest I lost my job as a whipping boy When I staged the "big coup." For the last time, I stopped feeling sorry for you Sorry for you... Little sister says, "He made you what you are - Your world and everything in it." I think what he made was his own bed, and he Can strip right down And roll around in it And while we're talking tally sweetheart, I've Been keeping score He may win this battle, but I have won this war So, go on and dub me "Miss Wicked, Miss Witch, Miss Whore" I lost my job as a whipping boy When I staged the "big coup." For the last time, I stopped feeling sorry for you Sorry for you... And you cry, "Where did this come from?" And you plead, "What is this about?" But I've learned, if I have nothing nice to say, I Should just shut my mouth It's every good girl's fantasy, every bad girl's lament See, it said, "Get up and go girl" so I got up and went Cause, what he thought was from himself And, what he fought was never mine And, what he ought to know is better next time