Lyrics:
Well, good morning, Captain!
Well, good morning to you.
Do you need another mule skinner
Down on your new mud run?
Ha, ha, hip, ee, ee
but good times to share
So tell everybody I'm on my way
And I just can't wait to be home
With the sun beating down yes
I'm on my way
And nothing
of the rain drops flowing soft against the window
And make believe you love me one more time
For the good times
I'll get along, you'll find another
can find
me picture this (picture this) you only have to use yo' mind
What you know good (you know good)
It's your world and I'm just in it (what?)
the two of us, with nobody else in sight,
And I'm feelin' good just holdin' you tight!
So, listen very carefully, closer now and you will see
What
Funny how a lonely day, can
Make a person say:
What good is my life
Funny how a breaking heart, can
Make me start to say:
What good is my life
looks to someone who's never seen it
(She makes me feel)
That's what she is
(So good, so good, yeah, yeah)
(Baby-baby-baby-baby-baby-baby)
(You got
Just you and I
Sweet sleepy warmth of summer nights
Gazing at the distant lights
In the starry sky
They say that all good things must end some
You could have a great career,
And you should;
Yes you should.
Only one thing stops you dear:
You're too good;
Way too good!
If you
her home and I fuck her on a thousand hundreds
Then I shoot the nasty bitch in the mouth for nothing
I say, "Birdman, Birdman what's good today?"
We
[Twista:]
Girl u remind me of my jeep and my s5
First I was on top of you now u sayin lets ride
Freakin yo body so good I give you wet thighs
When we get
to town
He sees you when you're sleepin'
He knows when you're a wake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
Oh! You better
You're a no good heart breaker
You're a liar and you're a cheat
And I don't know why
I let you do these things to me
My friends keep telling me
Touch me in the morning
Then just walk away
We don't have tomorrow
But we had yesterday
(Hey!)
Wasn't it me who said that
Nothing good's
to town
He sees you when you're sleepin'
He knows when you're a wake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
Oh! You better
through, so we can party good
Grandson of Edith Rue, born out in Hollywood
The Boy Wonder will unravel your team
I'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my
a motherfucker, make more mil's
Cash me a check, cop more wheels
Shorty, you a bad bitch, a good ass steel
Now, up upon this dillz an' smeared that lip gloss
Me
Cowboy)
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
Rise 'n shine, good morning, howdy.
Nine o' clock we meet my boy in
Your love, your love
My baby, my baby
So so in love
So good, you're so good baby
Baby what I'm thinking, there's nothing
Nothing in this world
In
to town
He sees you when you're sleepin'
He knows when you're a wake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
Oh! You better
a Tahoe ski chalet
With a fast talking lover and some slow burning wood
But even in my wildest dreams it never got this good and
You've made this
in good hands, cus Suga Free palmin
He sent her the the Sherri tan with Thomas
If you need 'em that got 31(0)'s 62(?)-9755
You hit 'em and they
sweater, vest and plaid skirts
She's out here naked more or less and that hurts
But she's in good hands 'cause Suga Free palmin'
He sent her to the Sheraton
In this world to care for me.
If my baby would only take me back again
If my baby would only take me back again.
Well you know I ain't good for
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