Good At It کے بول

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?