Good Times

Good Times
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
Give me some of that
I don't want to say goodbye
Don't wanna walk you to the door
I spent 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
Baby, really, I don't have to
I don't have to go anywhere right now
You want some more
You want some more of this
Anywhere, where you want, baby, just
Say it, ah, just say it
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
And I want those good, good, good times
And not those bad, bad, bad times
And I want those good, good, good times