C#m    E
C#m    E
C#m    E
A


[Verse 1]
    C#m               E
Ah, 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
Ah, is she regal
       C#m           E
With a crown 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
G#*    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 lungs
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
G#*    A
You forget I was ever alive?
            E          A
She must be good at it
       E           A
Is she good at it?


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


[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
G#*    A
You forget I was ever alive?
       E           A
Is she good at it?
       E           A
Is she good at it?
       E           A
Is she good at it?
       E           A
Is she good at it?
       E         A
Is she good at it?
       E        A
Is she good at it?