[Verse 1]
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?

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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?
[Bridge]
Ah, where's this goddess?
With her hair down her spine
In a silver dress
That stole you from being mine

[Chorus]
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?

[Outro]
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?