[Intro]
C#m E
C#m E
C#m E
A
[Verse 1]
C#m E
Oh, where's this goddess?
C#m E
Has she really got it?
C#m E C#m E
And are you keeping her away from me?
C#m E
Or did she really go
C#m E
With a crowd of needles
A
To lead you into matrimony?
[Chorus]
E A
Is she good at it?
E A
Is she good at it?
C#m
Does she hold you so tight in the middle of the night
A
You forget I was ever alive?
E A
She must be good at it
E A
Must be good at it
[Verse 2]
C#m E
Is she a saint?
C#m E
Is her skin made of gold?
C#m
That's all I can think of
E A
For why you don't call me no more
C#m E
And are her looks
C#m E
Made of steel
A
So when she says she loves you, you forget how I made you feel
[Chorus]
E A
Is she good at it?
E A
Is she good at it?
C#m
Does she hold you so tight in the middle of the night
A
You forget I was ever alive?
E A
She must be good at it
E A
Must be good at it
[Bridge]
A
I'll never sit down [?]
Am
With her hair down her spine
A
And her silver dress
Oh, it stole you[?]
[Chorus]
E A
Is she good at it?
E A
Is she good at it?
C#m
Does she hold you so tight in the middle of the night
A
You forget I was ever alive?
E A
She must be good at it
E A
Must be good at it
E A
Must be good at it
E A
Is she good at it?
E A
Is she good at it?
E A
Is she good at it?
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