Um poeminha pop chuínga à moda dos 80s
GOOD GIRL
She's in her freshman year
But she still wears a little girl's dress
She's turning sweet sixteen
But her daddy still calls her Little Princess
"Dear daughter don't run with the crowd
You know that makeup's not allowed"
The girls all ask her "why so straight?"
The boys aren't asking for a date.
Be a good girl (why be a good girl)
Be a good girl (why be a good girl)
She is a see-saw seeing if it matters
She is a game of Chutes and Ladders
Be a good girl (why be a good girl)
Be a good girl (why be a good girl)
She's on the outside begging for admission
She needs a love without condition
She's got her ear to the phone
And her toe in a "Seventeen" mag
She's got her nails on hold
And her nylons in a cellophane Gladbag
Her parents look the other way
She doesn't hear a word they say
She's stepping out she's almost there
I think she's running out of air
She had the pedal to the floor
She was late to the Hollywood Bowl
"It was my daddy's car"
She explains to the Highway Patrol
And now her fast-lane buddies hitch a ride
While she's waiting for the cop
She could have seen right through them
If she'd taken those wrap-a-round shades off
Back to square one-you're all alone
Your folks are ready to disown
The good-time girls their not around
You're going dizzy with the sound
Be a good girl (why be a good girl)
Be a good girl (why be a good girl)
She is a see-saw seeing if it matters
She is a game of Chutes and Ladders
Be a good girl (why be a good girl)
Be a good girl (why be a good girl)
She needs the one who wrote the definition
Of a love without condition
Be a good girl.
(Lisa Whelchel / Steve Taylor, All Because Of You)
