She`s your adolescent dream,
Schoolboy stuff, a sticky sweet romance.
And she makes you want to scream,
Wishing you could get inside her pants.
So, you fantasize away.
And while you`re squeezing her, you thought you heard her saying...
Good girls don`t,
Good girls don`t,
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 til late.
There`s a ringing in your brain,
Cause you could`ve sworn you though you heard her saying...
Good girls don`t,
Good girls don`t,
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 waiting til 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`ve sworn you thought you heard her saying...
Good girls don`t,
Good girls don`t,
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,
Good girls don`t, but I do...