Good Times - Edie Brickell

You don’t even have to try

It comes easy for you

The way you move is so appealing

It could make me cry

Go out driving with my friends

In Bobby’s big old beat up car

I’m with a lot of people then

I wonder where you are

Good times, bad times, give me some of that

Good times, bad times, give me some of that

Good times, bad times

I don’t want to say goodbye

Don’t want to walk you to the door

I spend a little time with you

I want a little more

Good times, bad times, give me some of that

Good times, bad times, give me some of that

Good times, bad times, give me some of that