Píseň: Good Time

Interpret:
Jessica Andrews
Album:
Now
Guess it's written on my face 
God I get so sick of this place 
I gotta get up, get out, and get a life 
The days run long, the night's too short 
Not much time for me no more 
And I'm well over due 
So now I'm going to 


Let my hair down and bleach it blonde 
Turn the ringer off and the engine on 
'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times 
Yeah, just one stop at the ATM 
Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend 
Pack it up, and take a load off my mind 
'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times 


Me and my baby get along 
Got a lot of love, got it goin' on 
I wouldn't let go, not for anything 
Somethin' 'bout how the highway feels 
When you drive along on your freedom wheels 
You know any destination 
will kill the frustration 


Let my hair down and bleach it blonde 
Turn the ringer off and the engine on 
'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times 
Yeah, just one stop at the ATM 
Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend 
Pack it up, and take a load off my mind 
'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times 


Just for the weekend 
Let's jump off the deep end 
I'm goin' to 


Let my hair down and bleach it blonde 
Turn the ringer off and the engine on 
'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times 
Yeah, just one stop at the ATM 
Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend 
Pack it up, and take a load off my mind 
'Cause I can't wait to get to the good times