Texty: Yaz. Good Times.

sometimes i feel,
i'll never belong
i want to get there so bad
but it's taking so long
sometimes i feel
like letting go
but when it comes right down to it, baby
who wants to know? (no-one)

(chorus)
and i find (for a good time)
i'm knocking for a good time (for a good time)
now i find (for a good time)
i'm knocking for a good time (for a good time)

standing on the outside
i'm looking in
trying to be heard
i don't know where to begin
help me baby show me how
to be a part of it all and all
right here - and now

(chorus)

hands are full of silver
my pockets full of gold
it's time i'm trying to spend
and i can't get myself sold
i'm a bargain honey
i'm a giveaway
and you can have it all
if you'd use up my day.