Good girls are bad girls
Who haven’t been caught
Man, I’m telling you
Forget what you thought

She’s her mama's little girl
And her daddy’s princess
Her big brother loves her
With her they feel blessed

She got into Harvard
Future full of success
Modest and preppy
Is the way she will dress

She’s got straight A’s
4.0 G.P.A
But this goodies got a secret
That she’ll never say

She’s got a tattoo
She keeps covered up
She’s got some piercings
Make her look like a punk

She’ll sneak out of school
To be with her boyfriend
But she’s real good at lying
No one finds out in the end

She drives way too fast
It can’t be street legal
With loud music pumping
Her driving’s not dull

She’s got beer in one hand
A cigarette in the other
She looks pretty bad ***
As she lights up another

She’s the life of the party
Carpe diem is her motto
She refuses to slow down
Or live with legato

This girl is the prodigy
Who keeps up the image
But she still has her fun
She has double privilege

So yeah, to you
She’s might be a good girl
But good girls are bad girls
Who never get caught