In Sears and Robucks in 1957,
In my last life all good girls would go to Heaven.
But I've a strangeness, a queer propensity for twisting the knife too easily.

When I think I'm getting better, I'm just getting worse.
When I think I've got it made, I am impossibly cursed.

When did I become such a bitch?
And how did I let this happen? I don't know.
When did I become such a bitch?
I used to be so nice.

It's like a sickness, I'm powerless to stop it.
My boring life, my little heart made misanthropic.
Don't give me reasons, just give me therapy,
But - really - just give me what I want.

When I think I'm getting better, I'm evil again.
When I think I've got it fixed, I have familliar refrains.

When did I become such a bitch?
And how did I let this happen? I don't know.
When did I become such a bitch?
I used to be so nice,
Well, I used to be alright.

But I hate everyone and everything all of the time.
And being so cruel - 'cause all the pleasure that I get
My wicked tongue helps me forget
Myself and all my foolish ways
'Cause being good is just so fucking boring.
La, la, la, it's boring.

When I think I'm getting better, I'm just getting worse
When I think I've got it made, I am impossibly cursed.
When I think that I'm better, I'm worse, yes, I am.
When I think that I'm better, I find that I'm cursed.

When did I become such a bitch?
And how did I let this happen? I don't know.
When did I become such a bitch?
I used to be so nice once upon a time.

Oh, when did I become such a bitch?
And how did I let this happen? I don't know.
When did I become such a bitch?
I used to be so nice,
Well, I used to be alright.