She give me the good stuff, every night and day
She give me the good stuff, each and every way
She's all that baby and a bag of chips
Got her own way of shakin those shapely hips
Give me the good stuff, what more can I say
I Spent all day working out on the farm
Tuned up my truck and I tended the barn
Only one thing keepin on my mind
We're Heading upstairs, were gonna have a good time
She give me the good stuff, every night and day
She give me the good stuff, each and every way
She's all that baby and a bag of chips
Got her own way of shakin those shapely hips
Give me the good stuff what more can I say
Well I got a six pack of beer and a bottle of wine
A dozen red roses for this gal of mine
She says what she wants and I always listen
She'll picks the time, I run the race, she'll pick the place, and I never miss it
We watch the sun sink low and the moon glow
Last night I took her to a picture show
Ain't but one thing keepin on my mind
Headin upstairs, we're gonna have a good time
She give me the good stuff, every night and day
She give me the good stuff, each and every way
She's all that baby and a bag of chips
Got her own way of shakin those shapely hips
Give me the good stuff, what more can I say
Well, she give me the good stuff, what more can I say, yea e yea
The Good Stuff Video (MV)
Performed By: Marty McCarrick
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Brad Verecha, Martin McCarrick
Marty McCarrick - The Good Stuff Lyrics
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She give me the good stuff, every night and day
She give me the good stuff, each and every way
She's all that baby and a bag of chips
Got her own way of shakin those shapely hips
Give me the good stuff, what more can I say
I Spent all day working out on the farm
Tuned up my truck and I tended the barn
Only one thing keepin on my mind
We're Heading upstairs, were gonna have a good time
She give me the good stuff, every night and day
She give me the good stuff, each and every way
She's all that baby and a bag of chips
Got her own way of shakin those shapely hips
Give me the good stuff what more can I say
Well I got a six pack of beer and a bottle of wine
A dozen red roses for this gal of mine
She says what she wants and I always listen
She'll picks the time, I run the race, she'll pick the place, and I never miss it
We watch the sun sink low and the moon glow
Last night I took her to a picture show
Ain't but one thing keepin on my mind
Headin upstairs, we're gonna have a good time
She give me the good stuff, every night and day
She give me the good stuff, each and every way
She's all that baby and a bag of chips
Got her own way of shakin those shapely hips
Give me the good stuff, what more can I say
Well, she give me the good stuff, what more can I say, yea e yea
She give me the good stuff, each and every way
She's all that baby and a bag of chips
Got her own way of shakin those shapely hips
Give me the good stuff, what more can I say
I Spent all day working out on the farm
Tuned up my truck and I tended the barn
Only one thing keepin on my mind
We're Heading upstairs, were gonna have a good time
She give me the good stuff, every night and day
She give me the good stuff, each and every way
She's all that baby and a bag of chips
Got her own way of shakin those shapely hips
Give me the good stuff what more can I say
Well I got a six pack of beer and a bottle of wine
A dozen red roses for this gal of mine
She says what she wants and I always listen
She'll picks the time, I run the race, she'll pick the place, and I never miss it
We watch the sun sink low and the moon glow
Last night I took her to a picture show
Ain't but one thing keepin on my mind
Headin upstairs, we're gonna have a good time
She give me the good stuff, every night and day
She give me the good stuff, each and every way
She's all that baby and a bag of chips
Got her own way of shakin those shapely hips
Give me the good stuff, what more can I say
Well, she give me the good stuff, what more can I say, yea e yea
Writer: Brad Verecha, Martin McCarrick
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid