Better

I don't need no revenge

I used to be a nice girl

I used to send Christmas cards.

I traveled halfway 'cross the country

Just to see my friends

I used to call my parents

I guess I thought all good things 

must come to an end.

....

I stopped believing in the nice girl

I believed in seduction

I believed in the ruthless, 

the anger and the looseness.

And with that I thought I'd mend.

And then I met you

With your real dates

Our real fights, our real amends

The real kisses 

and the real thank yous

your absolute kindness

and the good karma that surrounds you. 

I'm so glad I met you

I want to be that nice girl again.