Intro:
(nc)
Heaven is a fed girl, somebody's got to, somebody's got to

And if you call me "good girl" one more time, then my fist will meet your skull

Spoken verse:
G                                             C
  I sometimes walk naked, a child in the garden

And I pretend that there is no other way
Em                                                 C
  Despite the distant shadow of incredulous laughter

Echoing as if I should know why it's there
Em                        C
  But I like the feeling, I'm at the beginning of time
                           Em
And no thoughts of who I am have entered my mind
  C                                                             Em
I bend over the river and catch the glimpse of something that's none of my business
       C
As I scoop some up to drink, I disperse whatever it was
               Em                                                    C
And you can scream at me all you want that the greatest love affair is with myself
                              Em
That it should be passionate, unwavering
                             C                                     Em
No shadow of a doubt that I am in love with my body, and my body is in love with me
                            D
But I am not, the water is not in love with the cup that I drank from

Chorus:
              Cmaj7
Heaven is a fed girl
            Gmaj7
Somebody's got to, somebody's got to
                    D
And if you call me "good girl"
          Em7                    D
One more time, then my fist will meet your skull

Verse 1:
Cmaj7                                 Gmaj7
  For God's sake, how could I even begin
                               Cmaj7
To clean up the mess of this relationship
                    Em7
With my body? That third eye turnin' inwards on me
Cmaj7                     Em7                           Cmaj7
  Runnin' as if in a dream, gettin' out and wadin' back in
                                    Em7
Through the quagmire of who I might be
                               Cmaj7
Balancing the scaffolding of skin
               Em7
And I grieve it
                           Cmaj7              D
I grieve the world where I am a child in the garden

Chorus:
             Cmaj7
Heaven is a fed girl
            Gmaj7
Somebody's got to, somebody's got to
                     D
And if you call me "good girl"
            Em7                 D
One more time, then my fist will meet your skull
             Cmaj7
Heaven is a fed girl
            Gmaj7
Somebody's got to, somebody's got to
                     D
And if you call me "good girl"
            Em7            D
One more time, then I will break your nose

Verse 2:
Cmaj7
  And I say it to myself, "Somebody's got to"
Gmaj7
  And I repeat it in my teeth, "Somebody's got to"
D
  Cut free and let the soft down grow on you
Em7                  D
  Never let the tide be one more drop full
Cmaj7
  Go under the knife, make a new normal
Gmaj7
  Or die gnarled and happy, an old animal
D                                  Em7 D
  I'd gnaw off my leg to escape it all
           Cmaj7
Let time take me, weather like the tree
                Gmaj7
How clever to make a girl's own face the enemy
                          D
In the half-light, she'll agonise to be evergreen
            Em7              D
A "Good girl always look and never be"

Chorus:
             Cmaj7
Heaven is a fed girl
            Gmaj7
Somebody's got to, somebody's got to
                     D
And if you call me "good girl"
            Em7                 D
One more time, then my fist will meet your skull
             Cmaj7
Heaven is a fed girl
            Gmaj7
Somebody's got to, somebody's got to
                     D
And if you call me "good girl"
            Em7            D
One more time, then I will break your nose

Outro: Cmaj7 G D Em7 D C
 Dit arrangement is de eigen interpretatie van de inzender, gedeeld voor privéstudie, educatie en niet-commercieel gebruik. Het onderliggende nummer, de songtekst en de muziek blijven eigendom van hun rechthebbenden. Om verwijdering aan te vragen, zie Juridische verklaring.