Meat Loaf: Good girls go to heaven

When the wind is howling through your window pane It's not the only pain of the night You're burning up in your bed, you got a fever of love And there's not an anti-body in sight Hey Jenny, Jenny, why are you crying? There's a beauty of a moon in the sky But I guess when you've been leading such a sheltered life You never lift your head and look so high You don't have a lot, but it's all that you've got And you can turn it into more than it seems Just give it a shot, fantasize every movement And imagine every inch of your dream No one said it had to be real But it's gotta be something you can reach out and feel now It ain't right, it ain't fair Castles fall in the sand and we fade in the air And the good girls go to heaven, but the bad girls go everywhere Good girls go to heaven, but the bad girls go everywhere Somebody told me so, somebody told me now I know Every night in my prayer, I'll be praying that the Good girls go to heaven, but the bad girls go everywhere When the sweat is sizzling on your skin in the dark And you're desperate now for somewhere to turn Every muscle in rebellion, every nerve is on edge And every limb has been erotically burned Hey Johnny, Johnny, why are you shaking? When a boy should do whatever he can You've been nothing but an angel every day of your life And now you wonder what it's like to be damned You don't have a lot, but it's all that you've got And you can turn it into more than it seems Just give it a shot, fantasize every movement And imagine every inch of your dream No one said it had to be real But it's gotta be something you've been wanting to feel now It ain't right, it ain't fair Castles fall in the sand and we fade in the air And the good boys go to heaven, but the bad boys go everywhere Good boys go to heaven, but the bad boys go everywhere Somebody told me so, somebody told me now I know Every night in my prayer, I'll be praying that the Good boys go to heaven, but the bad boys go everywhere Every time I try and dream you, I can't believe how hard it's been to Conjure up your face and trace your body in the air All the seconds go on forever, but the thirds and fourth ones are even better Everytime I do it just a little bit longer Everytime I dream, it's just a little bit stronger than real life