[Intro - FEMALE | sugary sweet voice | clean guitar] Yes, ma'am. No, sir. Of course. [distorted laugh] Was that convincing? [Verse 1 - FEMALE | bratty rhythmic vocal | bouncy punk riff] Button up the collar, pull the stockings to my knees. Hide the chipped black nail polish, say my thank-yous and my please. Comb the knots out of my halo, wipe the lipstick from my teeth. They love me looking innocent- Good thing they can't see underneath. [Pre-Chorus - FEMALE | playful melody | building drums] Hands together. Head down. Smile when they look around. Count to ten. Bite my tongue. God, pretending's so much fun. [Chorus - FEMALE | catchy punk belt | layered self-harmonies] Unzip me into Sunday best, Cross my heart and fake the rest. Pretty posture, polished shoes, Tell me which version you want me to use. Sunday best behavior, Angel for an hour or two. I'll smile sweet across the table- Then go right back to disappointing you. [Verse 2 - FEMALE | sarcastic half-spoken delivery] Don't swear around the relatives, Don't mention what you really think. Laugh politely at the stories, Keep your rebellion underneath. I know exactly when to curtsy. I know exactly when to lie. You taught me perfect etiquette- You never taught me fucking why. [Bridge - FEMALE | theatrical spoken delivery | instruments stopping between lines] Good posture. Check. Good manners. Check. Good daughter- [long pause] Next question. [Breakdown - FEMALE | raspy scream | stop-start guitars] TAKE OFF THE DRESS! SMEAR THE MAKEUP! LET THE PERFECT PICTURE BREAK UP! I CAN PLAY YOUR LITTLE ANGEL- I JUST DON'T WANT THE PART! [Final Chorus - FEMALE | huge playful belt | gritty harmonies] Unzip me out of Sunday best, Uncross my heart, forget the rest. Kick the polished shoes aside, There she is- the girl you make me hide. Sunday best behavior, Honey, don't confuse it for the truth. I learned how to look like your good girl. I never learned how to become her. [Outro - FEMALE | sweet whisper] See you next Sunday.
