| She’s your adolescent dream
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| Schoolboy stuff, a sticky sweet romance
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| And she makes you want to scream
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| Wishing you could get inside her pants
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| So you fantasize away
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| While you’re squeezing her, you thought you heard her saying
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| Good girls don’t
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| Good girls don’t
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| But she’ll be telling you
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| Good girls don’t, but I do
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| So you call her on the phone
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| To talk about the teachers that you hate
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| And she says she’s all alone
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| And her parents won’t be coming home till late
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| There’s a ringing in your brain
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| 'Cause you could’ve swore you thought you heard her saying
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| Good girls don’t
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| Good girls don’t
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| But she’ll be telling you
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| Good girls don’t, but I do
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| And it’s a teenage sadness
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| Everyone has got to taste
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| An in-between age madness
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| That you know you can’t erase
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| Till she’s sitting on your face
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| You’re alone with her at last
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| And you’re waiting till you think the time is right
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| 'Cause you’ve heard she’s pretty fast
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| And you’re hoping that she’ll give you some tonight
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| So, you start to make your play
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| 'Cause you could’ve swore you thought you heard her saying
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| Good girls don’t
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| Good girls don’t
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| But she’ll be telling you
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| Good girls don’t, but I do
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| And it’s a teenage sadness
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| Everyone has got to taste
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| An in-between age madness
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| That you know you can’t erase
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| Till she’s sitting on your face
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| It hurts
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| Good girls don’t
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| Good girls don’t
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| But she’ll be telling you
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| Good girls don’t, but I do
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| Good girls don’t
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| Good girls don’t
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| But she’ll be telling you
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| Good girls don’t, but I do
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| But I do
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| But I do
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| But I do |