Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History

I wanted to say
 That I had a dead man
 On my back yesterday
 But I cut him loose
 'Cause there's so much at stake
 When you try to live life half awake
 I made my mistakes
 I cut him loose
 And I'm trying to hold on
 Hold on, hold on to hope
 I happened upon a girl with a love
 Too big for her heart
 So she rented it out
 To the boys who needed her quick
 Then when she was old
 She thought that she felt death in her soul
 Her heart had grown cold
 From all the nights that it spent alone
 And I'm trying to hold on
 Hold on, hold on to hope
 Hold on, hold on, hold on to hope
 This wouldn't be quite what she needs
 She felt so alive under the sheets
 But I won't condemn you
 You know I won't judge you
 I won't condemn you, love
 We're gonna make some good of this
 We're gonna make some good, make some good
 We're gonna make some good of this
 We're gonna make some good, make some good