Lisa Whelchel - 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 Glad bag
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

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 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-around shades off
Back to square one, you're all alone
Your folks are ready to disown
The good-time girls, they're 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

Be a good girl
She needs the one who wrote the definition
Of a love without condition