Mike, were you recruiting in Vegas....

[Vick]

She's your adolescent dream
School boy 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 say

Good girls don't, I should be telling you
Good girls don't, I should 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 say's she's all alone
And her parents' won't be coming home 'til late
There's a ringing in your brain
'Cuz you coulda swore
You thought you heard her saying

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 waitin' 'til you think the time is right
'Cuz you heard she's pretty fast
And you're hopin' that she'll give you some tonight
So you start to make your play
'Cuz you coulda swore you thought you heard her saying

Good girls don't, but I do