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, and she 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 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, and she 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 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, and she 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, and she be telling you
Good girls don't, but I do, but I do, but I do, but I do