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