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Good Time Lyrics

Artist: Counting Crows
Album: Hard Candy

The gentle man caller in the blue suede shoes
He don't know what to do
he just wants to look good for you
So he rushes in to tell you what he did today
but he can't think of what to say
I think you'll listen anyway.
He wants to have a good time
just like everybody else
He doesn't want to fall apart
You watch him as he stutters over what to say
It's just a little game you play
it's no easier for you some days
You wish you could tell him it'll be ok
but you feel a little shy these days
cause everybody goes away
Oh...
You just wanna have a good time
Just like everybody else
You don't want to fall apart this time
I can't look into your eyes and see the mess we're in
darling if it's shit came out
Then I suppose that it's shit went in
Even though I couldn't say I've been the places that you've been
You know you made my heart real strong
even if you made my head real thin
I wanna have a good time
just like everybody
I don't wanna fall apart
oh..
I wanna have a good time
just like everybody
And I don't wanna fall apart this time
so would you please invite me in
ohhhhhhh....
I really love the red haired girls
I'm just another boy from Texas
C'mon and take a spin
oh, I got a brand new set of wings
oh,
I really really love the red haired girls
I'm just another boy from texas
C'mon and take a spin
hey
I gotta brand new set of wings
Man I sure do love them red haired girls
Im just like all the boys from texas
come on take a spin
hey little girl I got a brand new set of wings

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