Good Girls Don't

She’s your adolescent dream
School boy stuff
A sticky sweet romance

And she makes you want to scream
Wishing you could get inside her pants

So you fantasize away
While you’re squeezing her
You thought you heard her say

Good girls don’t
Good girls don’t
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 say’s she’s all alone
And her parents’ won’t be coming home ‘til late

There’s a ringing in your brain
‘Cuz you coulda swore
You thought you heard her saying

Good girls don’t
Good girls don’t
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
‘Til she’s sitting on your face

You’re alone with her at last
And you’re waitin’ ‘til you think the time is right

‘Cuz you heard she’s pretty fast
And you’re hopin’ that she’ll give you some tonight

So you start to make your play
While you’re squeezing her, you thought you heard her say

Good girls don’t
Good girls don’t
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
‘Til she’s sitting on your face

Good girls don’t
Good girls don’t
She’ll be telling you
Good girls don’t, but I do…

Good girls don’t
Good girls don’t
She’ll be telling you
Good girls don’t, but I do…
But I do…