Good At It

Ah, where's this goddess?

Has she really got it?

And are you keeping her away from me?

How is she regal

With a crown of needles

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 lungs

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

Is she good at it?

Ah, where's this goddess?

With her hair down her spine

In a silver dress

That stole you from being mine

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?

Is she good at it?

Is she good at it?

Is she good at it?

Is she good at it?

Is she good at it?

Is she good at it?