Good Time — текст песни (Jessica Andrews)

Guess its written on my face

God, I get so sick of this place

I gotta get up, get out, and get a life

The days run, long, the nights too short

Not much time for me no more

And Im well over due

So now Im going to



Let my hair down and bleach it blonde

Turn the ringer off and the engine on

cause I cant wait to get to the good times

Yeah just one stop at the atm

Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend

Pack it up, and take a load off my mind

cause I cant wait to get to the good times



Me and my baby get along

Got a lot of love, got it goin on

I wouldnt let go no for anything

Somethin bout how the highway feels

When you drive along on your freedom wheels

You know any destination will kill the frustration



Let my hair down and bleach it blonde

Turn the ringer off and the engine on

cause I cant wait to get to the good times

Yeah just one stop at the atm

Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend

Pack it up, and take a load off my mind

cause I cant wait to get to the good times



Just for the weekend

Lets jump off the deep end

Im goin to



Let my hair down and bleach it blonde

Turn the ringer off and the engine on

cause I cant wait to get to the good times

Yeah just one stop at the atm

Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend

Pack it up, and take a load off my mind

cause I cant wait to get to the good times