Il testo della Good time

Maurice white, robert brookings & sly stone

Itçà‚£à‚— the kind of a nite
Uçà‚¢¿ould use a friend
You feeling a loss
And you need a win
A perfect eleven
Between one and ten
Got the right way
To make a sad nite end

If my mind
Was being read
She made a natural move
As if içà‚£€ said
Wanted to slow dance
My mind is on romance
And i want to score

Chorus:
Oooh oooh !

From rock and roll
To r&b
Operating

Symphone-ing
Donçà‚£à‚Ëœ know what she said
Do know what she meant
One arm pointed
Other arm bent

Making sounds you
Seldom hear
Moved her head
Make it all clear
She gave me a card
For the handicapped
Say içà‚£à‚Ž a specialist
At body rap

Chorus

Bridge.
Come into my world
Be a believer a living achiever
See what your thoughts can guarantee

Chorus
Ad lib