Oh, where's this goddess?
Has she really got it?
And are you keeping her away from me?
Or did she really go
With a crowd of people
To lead you into matrimony?
Is she good at it?
Is she good at it?
Does she hold you so tight in the middle of the night
You forget I was ever alive?
She must be good at it
Must be good at it
Is she a saint?
Is her skin made of gold?
That's all I can think of
For why you don't call me no more
And are her looks
Made of steel
So when she says she loves you, you forget how I made you feel
Is she good at it?
Is she good at it?
Does she hold you so tight in the middle of the night
You forget I was ever alive?
She must be good at it
Must be good at it
I'll never sit down [?]
With her hair down [?]
And a cigarette tray
Oh, you're grumpy and mad
Is she good at it?
Is she good at it?
Does she hold you so tight in the middle of the night
You forget I was ever alive?
She must be good at it
Must be good at it
Must be good at it
Must be good at it
Is she good at it?
Is she good at it?
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