"Good" lyrics

I can still feel your teeth digging into the inside of my bottom lip
I can still feel my heart beating far too fast for the situation

And it's not your fault for showing interest
When there is alcohol involved
Everything seems so much more simple

Well what a load of shit

Why do I get so over-fucking-zealous
Whenever a pretty face opens its mouth
To ask me for directions
To the bus stop

To the bus stop
To the bus stop
To the bus stop
To the bus stop
To the bus stop
To the bus stop
To the bus stop
To the bus stop
To the bus stop

I can still feel your teeth
I can still feel your teeth
I can still feel your teeth