100 lyrics for "(Good time)"

Hey I'm just lookin' for a good good time How 'bout baby We make a promise To not promise anything more than one night Complicated situations Only get worse in the morning light Girl you're beautiful You're 'bout near perfect But I bet somebody's already told
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Con te partirò Sogno all'orizzonte E mancan le parole Paesi che non ho mai Veduto e vissuto con te Adesso sì li vivrò Su navi per mari Che, io lo so No, no, non esistono più
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We used to laugh a lot But only because we thought That everything good good always would remain Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain Saturday morning and it's time time to go One day these could be the days but who could have known Loading in the
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Turn up the night! A rumble of thunder, I'm suddenly under your spell No rhyme or reason, or time time of the season, but oh well The darkened deliver, I shake and I shiver down your soul So get a good good hold, yeah Turn up the night, it feels so right! You know
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Pop goes the weasel I've no time time to wait and sigh No patience to wait 'till by and by All around the cobbler's bench The monkey chased the weasel The monkey thought 'twas all in fun Kiss me quick, I'm off, goodbye Half a pound of tuppenny rice Half a
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Sitting here at the Flora-Bama Fall in and out of love in the same night At the Flora-Bama Bout to open up a big old can of good good times, unwind Can't say I got a whole lot of cares I'm in the red neck riviera It's getting crazy, getting hammered Sitting
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I've spent the lifetime making up my mind to be More than the measure of what I thought others could see Good Good luck and fast bucks are too far and too few between Catalog buyers and old five and dimers like me. She stood beside me letting me know she
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Soon as I thought I was having a good good time This nigga think he slick See, everybody trying hit me with the homie convo And the homie convo Turn into the money convo (I ain't gon' beat around the bush my nigga Let a nigga borrow a couple hundred dollars
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I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time time, I smoke that good good shit I stay high all the time time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch
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We're in good good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good good vibes, good good times And a damn good good memory
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