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Here For A Good Time

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 05.10.2012

I'm not gonna lay around and whine and moan
Cause somebody done done me wrong
Don’t think for a minute that I am gonna sit around
and sing some old sad song
I believe it’s half full not a…half empty glass
Every day I wake up…knowing it could be my last

I ain't here for a long time…I'm here for a good time
So bring on the sunshine to hell with the red wine
Pour me some moonshine
When I am gone put it in stone he left nothing behind
I ain't here for a long time…I'm here for a good time

Folks are always dreaming about what they like to do
But I like to do…just what I like
I'll take the chance…dance the dance
It might be wrong but then again it might be right
There’s no way of knowing…what tomorrow brings
Life’s too short to waste it I say bring on anything

I ain't here for a long time…I'm here for a good time
So bring on the sunshine to hell with the red wine
Pour me some moonshine
When I am gone put it in stone he left nothing behind
I ain't here for a long time…I'm here for a good time

I ain't here for a long time
I'm here for a good time


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