She's your adolescent dream
School boy stuff, a sticky, sweet romance
And she makes you wanna scream
Wishing you could get inside her pants
So you fantasize away
While you're squeezing her, you thought you heard her saying
"Good girls don't, good girls don't"
But she'll be telling you
"Good girls don't, but I do"
So you call her on the phone
To talk about the teachers that you hate
And she says she's all alone
And her parents won't be coming home 'till late
There's a ringing in your brain
'Cause you could have swore you thought you heard her saying
"Good girls don't, good girls don't"
But she'll be telling you
"Good girls don't, but I do"
And it's a teenage sadness everyone has got to taste
An in-between age madness that you know you can't erase
'Till she's sitting on your face
(Woo!)
You're alone with her at last
And you're waiting 'till you think the time is right
'Cause you've heard she's pretty fast
And you're hoping that she'll give you some tonight
So you start to make your play
'Cause you could have swore you thought you heard her saying
"Good girls don't, good girls don't"
But she'll be telling you
"Good girls don't, but I do"
And it's a teenage sadness everyone has got to taste
An in-between age madness that you know you can't erase
'Till she's sitting on your face
(And it hurts)
Good girls don't, good girls don't
But she'll be telling you
"Good girls don't, but I do"
Good girls don't, good girls don't
But she'll be telling you
"Good girls don't, but I do"
But I do
But I do
But I do
