Good by The Manimals Lyrics

My father tried to make a girl of me
They came to me, suitors three
I had the fire, held the old stories like they were gospel
Yeah, honor's not impossible
But you'd rather have me be docile

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Is this life just a dry run?
Mailed fist reaching out to touch someone
Not enough daughter, not enough son
Someday I'm gonna make good
I am gonna make good
I am gonna make good on my promises
On my promises

First one, a child like I was then
It was a chill that would kill him
The second was red as the rose that he carried
He said we'd never be married
But you know, I'd rather be buried
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The third would have me in dresses and
A lady like the tradition says
I fought him then for that privilege, he suffered
Three broken bones, I discovered
I'd never know any others

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I'm good if I just wear white til I die
I'm good if I keep what's right on my side
I'll always hold how your eyes looked so kind
So come on, let's ride

Someday I'm gonna make good
I am gonna make good
I am gonna make good on my promises
On my promises
Someday I'm gonna make good
I am gonna make good
I am gonna make good on my promises
On my promises