Good Love
By Elliot Randall and The Deadmen
10/8/2010
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The night we met, your boyfriend beat me up
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Then I came to and you were driving me home in my own pickup truck
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You called me Honey and Poor Thing and Sweetie Pie
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You called him a jerk and I can understand why
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A woman like you likes to give her lovin' to beat up and broke down fools like me
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Well good love, it don't come easy
Been dating two months since then and things have changed
With those itty bitty little skirts then you flirt with all my friends
When I get drunk and I cause a scene, people watch but they just don't believe
A woman like you likes to her lovin' to beat up and broke down fools like me
Well good love, it don't come easy, come easy
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The night we met, your boyfriend beat me up
Then I came to and you were driving me home in my old turquoise truck
You called me Honey and Poor Thing and Sweetie Pie
You called him a jerk and I can understand why
A woman like you likes to her lovin' to beat up and broke down fools like me
Well good love, it don't come easy