Good girls don'tthe knackshe's your adolescent dreamschool boy stuffa sticky sweet romanceand she makes you want to screamwishing you could get inside her pantsso you fantasize awaywhile you're squeezing heryou thought you heard her say(chorus)good girls don't, i should be telling yougood girls don't, i should be telling yougood girls don't, but i doso you call her on the phoneto talk about the teachers that you hateand she say's she's all aloneand her parents' won't be coming home 'til latethere's a ringing in your brain'cuz you coulda sworeyou thought you heard her saying(chorus)and it's a teenage sadnesseveryone has got to tastean in-between age madnessthat you know you can't erase'til she's sitting on your face (3rd verse)you're alone with her at lastand you're waitin' 'til you think the time is right'cuz you heard she's pretty fastand you're hopin' that she'll give you some tonightso you start to make your play'cuz you coulda swore you thought you heard her saying(chorus)*repeat 3rd verse(chorus)from: mtnheart7@aol.com