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She looks good to me Shes got everything I want (She's got everything I need) She looks good! She looks good to me Shes got everything I want (Oh Yeah
[Verse1] It's gettin' late I don't know `Bout 3 a.m. And I'm drivin' in my '57 dream It's gettin' late Don't know just where I've been And I'm comin'
In her pinstriped suit she's so sophisticated she can't help it her diploma got her makin 200k while she's cruising in a jet black benz she can sip expensive
Last night she let the strong red wine carry her away She smoked up her old sunshine as if it still shined every day Her hand reached out and touched
She parks her car on Woodland Street She's got a job at the Meat-N-Three She's kind of pretty in a peculiar kind of way And I try hard to like her, yeah
She's got big red lips She's got big brown eyes When she treats me right It's a big surprise She won't do anything That she said she would She makes
I've got a right to love my baby Oh, she treats me just like a king Hey, I've got a right to love my baby I said, "She treats me just like a king" Oh,
Sometimes late at night I wake up dreamin' I reach and feel for her, she's too good to be true And then I touch the sleepin' softness of my woman And,
She was on her way out of your life when I found her Not knowing which way to turn She'd forgotten the feeling of two arms around her But it didn't take
I know you can move in that black velvet. yeah. so move for me in that velvet dress. the sweet taste you'll leave on me. tainted with that kiss. bite
She got the brains, she got the looks She knows all the right people, reads all the right books She got my name, she got my number But what she see's
She parks her car on Woodland Street She's got a job at the meat-n-three She's kind of pretty in a perculiar kind of way And I try hard to like her Yeah
She don't like to hear me sing She don't want no diamond ring She don't want to drive my car She won't let me go that far She don't like the way I look
She was good at late night listenin' When he'd call her on the phone She was good to come and get him When he couldn't make it home She was good to make
[Intro - Freeway] (Aaaaaaah) (Yeah, yeah) (Aaaaaaah) (La-da-daaaaa) Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah) (Aaaaaaah) (No more cymbals man) [Verse 1 - Freeway] Uh, she
You would look a little better, don't you know? If you just wore less make-up But it's hard to realize when you're sky high Fighting off the spaceships
Man, oh man, how glad I am To have that pot of gold at the rainbow's end Talkin' about that girl She's good, she's good, she's good to me, yeah Boy,
