"Don't Feel So Good" as written by and Claydes Smith Allen Westfield....
Drinking a German beer with a Cuban cigar
In the middle of Paris with a Dominican bar
Great head on her shoulders, she probably studied abroad
She transferred to Harvard, from King's College in march
She says that I'm her favorite
'Cause she admires the art of Michelangelo with the flow
Picasso with the bars
She's well put together like a piece of Gershwin
Renaissance style, tonight is picture perfect
Smile, and pack your bags real good baby
Cause you'll be gone for a while

Girl, tell me how you feel
What your fantasy
I see us on a beach down in Mexico
You can put your feet up
Be my señorita
We ain't gotta rush
Just take it slow

You'll be in the high life
Soaking up the sunlight
Anything you want is yours
I had you living life like you should
You say you never had it so good
La la la la la la
You never had it so good
La la la la la la

Suffering from first class cabin fever
Five-hour layovers from Norway to Egypt
I'm to the point like the pyramids of Giza
Still lean to the left like the tower out in Pisa
I'm feeling single, baby
I could use a feature
Swagger like Caesar, I'll get you a visa
We can go to Italy, and maybe see the Coliseum
I'll be Da Vinci if you be my Mona Lisa
Smile, and pack your bags real good, baby
'Cause you'll be gone for a while

Girl, tell me how you feel
What your fantasy
I see us on a beach down in Mexico
You can put your feet up
Be my señorita
We ain't gotta rush
Just take it slow

You'll be in the high life
Soaking up the sunlight
Anything you want is yours
I had you living life like you should
You say you never had it so good
La la la la la la
You never had it so good
La la la la la la
You never had it so good

Well, I been feeling singular
How about let's make it plural
Spin the globe, whatever it lands that's where we'll go
We'll hit up Europe, yep, and spend some euro
And maybe visit Berlin, the wall's with the murals
This is your month baby
Sign of the Virgo
Private reservation, glasses full of Merlot
A rose, a burgundy
Travel like turbo
Brush up on your español
We'll Barcelona bounce
Smile, and pack your bags real good, baby
'Cause you'll be gone for a while

Girl, tell me how you feel
What your fantasy
I see us on a beach down in Mexico
You can put your feet up
Be my señorita
We ain't gotta rush
Just take it slow

You'll be in the high life
Soaking up the sunlight
Anything you want is yours
I had you living life like you should
You say you never had it so good
La la la la la la
You never had it so good
La la la la la la
You never had it so good
La la la la la la
You never had it so good
La la la la la la
You never had it so good
La la la la la la


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"Feel So Good" as written by Claydes Smith Allen Westfield

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