Buju Banton

Good Time Girl

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I cannot please you
No woman no
I tell you what

I guess you was a good time girl (good time girl)
Good times are over so you left my world (left my world)
Now I'm standing all alone
No one to call my own, whoa

And I would give (i would give)
The very heart I have to make you live (make you live)
But when I needed just a shoulder
You showed me who you were, aye

I never thought that you would be the one
To turn your back when I needed a hand
Caught up in situation, blinded by the confrontation
Your actions I could never understand

I guess you was a good time girl (good time girl)
Good times are over so you left my world (left my world)
Now I'm standing all alone
No one to call my own, whoa

Old friends say (old friends say)
Man if she really love you she would stay (she would stay)
But then again, that just the games girls play
When they're no longer in love, aye

But I never thought that you would be the one, uh uh
To turn your back when I needed a hand
I could not find the reason
Where did I went wrong?
Girl, your actions I could never understand

I guess you was a good time girl (good time girl)
Good times are over so you left my world (left my world)
Now I'm standing all alone
No one to call my own, aye

I guess you was a good time, good time, good time girl
Good time, good time girl
I guess you was a good time, good time
Good time, good time, good time

(I guess she was, I guess she was a good time girl)
(I guess she was, I guess she was a good time girl)
(I guess she was, I guess she was a good time girl)
(I guess she was a good time girl)

I never thought that you would be the one
To turn your back when I needed a hand
Caught up in situation, blinded by the confrontation
Your actions I could never understand

I guess you was a good time girl (good time girl)
Good times are over so you left my world (left my world)
Now I'm standing all alone
No one to call my own

Now I'm standing all alone
No one to call my own
Now I'm standing all alone (ooh ooh)
No one to call my own (ooh ooh)
No one to call my own (ooh ooh)
No one to call my own (ooh ooh)
No one to call my own (ooh ooh)


Autor(es): Mark Anthony Myrie