Marty McCarrick - The Good Stuff Lyrics

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