Good Stuff

I was flying high
Everyone knew that I
Was at the top

But I came crashing down
And everyone around
Knew how far I fell

Gimme, gimme, gimme what I want
Gimme, gimme, gimme what you got
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that good stuff

Love. The words thrown round a lot
About your new shoes or about your pot
But I knew that this was pure

Swell, I feel it in the air
The sun shines, bright without a care
And I knew this for sure

Gimme, gimme, gimme what I want
Gimme, gimme, gimme what you got
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that good stuff

Well, it all went away
Back to the golden state
And I knew that it was gone

Fell, well it all went down below
It was gone so I thought I'd let it go
But I know it won't be long

Till you gotta gimme, gimme, gimme what I want
Gimme, gimme, gimme what you got
Yeah, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that good stuff