Good Girl

Here comes the good girl
You'll drown slowly with her in command
Beautiful ships sink quietly
As You helplessly stand
Watch her as she takes hold
Of your lips and your tongue
The kiss of kindness is never
In anyone's eyes wrong.

She's the queen of this courtyard
She never will fold
All the men, clowns and the horses
Their breaths they all hold
To her quiet but ever so carefully taken steps
She grabs any desire and chokes it to death.

And you bow and say thank you
To the mistress of neat
For your soul feels unworthy to lay down at her feet
But the red fiery flames and the winds that blow colder
The blackness of devils that sit on your shoulder
Are all that the good girl will ever request
Yet her own presence keeps her from ending her quest
All the holy and white are her curse and her fail
Denied of all pleasures of going to hell.

Here comes the good girl
Butterflies tied to the edge of her dress
Hovers above the black ground
Without making a mess
Dirty your hands send to hold her
As she brushes your skin
Never the distance between you and god
Has seemed this thin.

And you bow and say thank you
To the mistress of neat
For your soul feels unworthy to lay at her feet
But the red fiery flames and the winds that blow colder
The blackness of devils that sit on your shoulder
Are all that the good girl will ever request
Yet her own presence keeps her from ending her quest
All the holy and white are her curse and her fail
Denied of all pleasures of going to hell.