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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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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." |
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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 til late. |
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There's a ringing in your brain, |
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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." |
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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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Til 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 til 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 sworn you thought you heard her saying..."Good girls don't,Good girls don't,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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Til she's sitting on your face. |
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Good girls don't, |
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Good girls don't, |
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Good girls don't, but |
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I do... |
