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I’m Good

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 20.06.2012

Got my eye on the deacons daughter
But I'm diesel fuel, and she's holy water.
She don’t like boys that drink cuss and chew
That’s why im here, lord callin on you.

I no I aint been livin like I ought to
Lord I swere that she could make me want to
Maybe askin you for more then I should
But just give me this girl and im good.

That four wheeler would have sure been dandy
A bigger boat would have come in handy
But im so glad that you held out on me
Cos now I see what I really need

I no I aint been livin like I ought to
Lord I swere that she could make me want to
Maybe askin you for more then I should

But just give me this girl and im good

Yeah baby
C'mon
Mmm just one time
C'mon lord
Here we go

I no I aint been livin like I ought to
Lord I swere that she could make me want to
Maybe askin you for more then I should
But just give me this girl and im good
I no I aint been livin like I ought to
Lord I swere that she could make me want to
Maybe askin you for more then I should
But just give me this girl and im good
Lord just give me this girl and im good.


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