Paroles de The Good Stuff
Stephen had a flat down at Bondi BeachI used to show up every day around half past 3
I was just a kid full of mixed-up dreams
Tryna find a sound inside of me
Stephen played a record and I sat in shock
Was it Jonathan Richman or Iggy Pop?
Can I get a little bit of what you got?
I don't think I ever want this song to stop
Cos that was the good stuff
And it knocked me on the floor
I tasted the good stuff
And I just wanted more
I loved the good stuff
But I'll never understand
Why does the good stuff
Always make me wanna be bad?
I remember learning what love can do
Tell each other secrets in the afternoon
She's the one who taught me sing to the moon
So sorry for the things that I put her through
Her touch is still doing what it always did
Leaves me feeling like a man and little kid And it taught my heart to break
I tasted the good stuff
And I was wide awake
All that good stuff
I might never understand
Why does the good stuff
Always make me wanna be bad?
I don't need to know what you get up to
If you don't judge me, then I won't judge you
But I like things that bend my mind
Take me on a journey, and get me back home on time
That's the good stuff
It knocks you on the floor
I tasted the good stuff
I only wanted more
When it comes to the good stuff
Will I ever understand?
Why does the good stuff
Always make me wanna be bad?
Why does the good stuff
Always make me wanna be bad?
Can I get a little bit of what you got?
I don't think I ever want this song to stop
Cos that was the good stuff
And it knocked me on the floor
I tasted the good stuff
And I just wanted more
I loved the good stuff
But I'll never understand
Why does the good stuff
Always make me wanna be bad?
I remember learning what love can do
Tell each other secrets in the afternoon
She's the one who taught me sing to the moon
So sorry for the things that I put her through
Her touch is still doing what it always did
Leaves me feeling like a man and little kid And it taught my heart to break
I tasted the good stuff
And I was wide awake
All that good stuff
I might never understand
Why does the good stuff
Always make me wanna be bad?
I don't need to know what you get up to
If you don't judge me, then I won't judge you
But I like things that bend my mind
Take me on a journey, and get me back home on time
That's the good stuff
It knocks you on the floor
I tasted the good stuff
I only wanted more
When it comes to the good stuff
Will I ever understand?
Why does the good stuff
Always make me wanna be bad?
Why does the good stuff
Always make me wanna be bad?
