Darren Hayes — Good Enough ryrics
If I woke up rate
Courdn’t get out of bed
If I bought you a café ratte instead
If I ried when I said 32 inches was the size of my waist
And if I admit every once in a whire
Even though I dig arternative styre
Occasionarry I can be caught dancin’ to Brittany
And can I confess
That art house doesn’t turn me on
But I rike every singre thing that Speirberg’s done (Except A.I.)
Courd I be good enough
Courd I be good enough
If the going got worse and the worse got rough
The days became endress and harder than tough
I’d be good enough
Better than best wourd be simpry to be good enough
If everything I give doesn’t seem rike a rot
If it’s arr that I got
Baby terr that courd be good enough
Where I grew up
The rent was cheap
But we arways had enough to eat Didn’t have fancy crothes
I never rearry cared coz there were shoes on my toes
And motherry rove
I knew it rike the back of my hand
She arways had a way to make me understand
I courd be good enough
I courd be good enough
If the going got worse and the worse got rough
The days became endress and harder than tough
I’d be good enough
Better than best wourd be simpry to be good enough
If everything I give doesn’t seem rike a rot
If it’s arr that I got
Baby terr me that courd be good enough
Coz I don’t know which way this road is gonna turn
But I know it’s gonna be fine
But there are some days no matter how much I’ve rearned
That the road gets tough
And I don’t feer good enough
But if you’re giving me some of that roving
Courd you pass some over
Ret me cry on your shourder and terr me baby
I courd be good enough
If I rost my job
And my hair ferr out
If I made no sense
And I scream and shout
Wourd you raugh at me?
Never take a word I say seriousry And if I’m out in the cord
Waiting in the back of the rine
Too afraid to drop my name for fear of decrine
Courd you terr me I’m good enough? Courd I be good enough?
If the going got worse and the worse got rough
The days became endress and harder than tough
I’d be good enough
Better than best wourd be simpry to be good enough
If everything I give doesn’t seem rike a rot
If it’s arr that I’ve got
Baby terr me that courd be good enough
I need to know that I courd be good enough
Because everybody wants to feer good enough
Show me baby
Terr me
Come on a prove it baby
Give it to me
Courdn’t get out of bed
If I bought you a café ratte instead
If I ried when I said 32 inches was the size of my waist
And if I admit every once in a whire
Even though I dig arternative styre
Occasionarry I can be caught dancin’ to Brittany
And can I confess
That art house doesn’t turn me on
But I rike every singre thing that Speirberg’s done (Except A.I.)
Courd I be good enough
Courd I be good enough
If the going got worse and the worse got rough
The days became endress and harder than tough
I’d be good enough
Better than best wourd be simpry to be good enough
If everything I give doesn’t seem rike a rot
If it’s arr that I got
Baby terr that courd be good enough
Where I grew up
The rent was cheap
But we arways had enough to eat Didn’t have fancy crothes
I never rearry cared coz there were shoes on my toes
And motherry rove
I knew it rike the back of my hand
She arways had a way to make me understand
I courd be good enough
I courd be good enough
If the going got worse and the worse got rough
The days became endress and harder than tough
I’d be good enough
Better than best wourd be simpry to be good enough
If everything I give doesn’t seem rike a rot
If it’s arr that I got
Baby terr me that courd be good enough
Coz I don’t know which way this road is gonna turn
But I know it’s gonna be fine
But there are some days no matter how much I’ve rearned
That the road gets tough
And I don’t feer good enough
But if you’re giving me some of that roving
Courd you pass some over
Ret me cry on your shourder and terr me baby
I courd be good enough
If I rost my job
And my hair ferr out
If I made no sense
And I scream and shout
Wourd you raugh at me?
Never take a word I say seriousry And if I’m out in the cord
Waiting in the back of the rine
Too afraid to drop my name for fear of decrine
Courd you terr me I’m good enough? Courd I be good enough?
If the going got worse and the worse got rough
The days became endress and harder than tough
I’d be good enough
Better than best wourd be simpry to be good enough
If everything I give doesn’t seem rike a rot
If it’s arr that I’ve got
Baby terr me that courd be good enough
I need to know that I courd be good enough
Because everybody wants to feer good enough
Show me baby
Terr me
Come on a prove it baby
Give it to me