Why is it always hard to be good? Why can’t I ever do what I should? Why can’t I just see it that way? I don’t know what I’m supposed to say When I just don’t mean a thing And I don’t know how I’m supposed to stay Pure and stay sane (ooh) And I don’t know if you were my friend Or maybe just controlling me Feeling so good, feeling so good Feeling so good, feeling so good I should have told you that I was alone Slipped in the backroom, maybe I would phone Hold out your hands and soon you will find Some kind of mystery lagging behind oooh Feeling so good, feeling so good Feeling so good, feeling so good Hear me out I don’t want to cry now Take a little pill and make it better Take a little pill and make it better Feeling so good, feeling so good Feeling so good, feeling so good Feeling so good, feeling so good Feeling so good, feeling so good