going, going, gone ...

a good girl,
wipes the burners,
in soft swirls,
limp dishrag,
round and round,
one big burner,
three small,
makes sense, don’t it?
... except when it doesn’t.

a good girl
swipes the sink,
around about in fashion,
cotton to metal,
bedraggled linen,
pushing meat
through the trap,
the way to go, right?
... except when it isn’t.

a good girl,
knows on some level,
circles lead nowhere,
this is no good,
is rote at best,
moving dirt,
never feeling clean,
same old-same old?
... going nowhere.

she's a good girl, loves her mama/loves Jesus, and America too/she's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis/loves horses, and her boyfriend too/and ti's a long day livin' in Reseda'/there's a freeway runnin' through the yard;and i'm a bad boy, 'cause i don't even miss her/i'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart - tom petty