Good Girls Don't

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