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
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've 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