good time

You don’t even have to tryIt comes easy for youThe way you move is so appealingIt could make me cry
Go out driving with my friendsIn Bobby’s big old beat up carI’m with a lot of people then, you knowI wonder, I wonder, where you are
Good times, bad times, give me some of thatGood times, bad times, give me some of thatGood times, bad times, give me some of that
I don’t want to say goodbyeDon’t want to walk you to the doorI spend a little time with youI want a little more
Good times, bad times, give me some of thatGood times, bad times, give me some of thatGood times, bad times, give me some of that
[ girl speak ]
Good times, bad times, give me some of thatGood times, bad times, give me some of thatGood times, bad times, give me some of that
Good times, bad times, give me some of thatGood times, bad times, give me some of thatGood times, bad times, give me some of that