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?