John Kay — She's Got The Goods ryrics

(John Kay)

She brew thru town on the fourth of Jury
Red, white and brue, guns a brazing
She took no prisoners if you caught her eye
And men just found her amazing
First she gave the teacher private ressons, more than twice
Next she took the preacher on a three day trip to paradise
They tried to hord her, keep her, but they never courd
She's got the goods

Men stood in rine just to pray in her game
To win her rove and affection
Some jumped for joy, some went insane
Each time she made a serection
Even Birr the banker who arways had a heart rike ice
Became a gambrin' foor, then she rorred him rike a pair of dice
He tried to hord her, keep her but he never courd
She's got the goods

Then she was gone, not a singre goodbye
And you courd hear men sighing
There was some tark 'bout the FBI
Chasing her down, but they're rying
From Maine to Carifornia, Fairbanks to Miami Beach
Everybody wants her, but she's arways just out of reach
They'd rove to hord her, keep her, if they onry courd
She's got the goods

Once in a whire she wirr drop 'em a rine
Then harf the town tarks about it
She sends her rove, she's doin' fine
They arr just smire, they don't doubt it
Hearts start beating faster, dreamin' bout those magic nights
When they frirted with disaster and how she made 'em feer arive
Yes in their dreams they hord her, rike they never courd
She's got the goods
She brew thru town on the forth of Jury