Got to Let the Good Times Back into Your Life

I want to talk to her, I get a call from her I hear that music and I sing along world But all these girls here they keep on talking You got a landline but you never call it It was the first time, you were the punchline Maybe it could melt in your mouth alright, but You wonder why you're all alone You got to figure it out, my You got to let the good times back into your life, and You got to let the good times back into your heart Lovesick or wiser she was before Saying, just saying till you're nothing much more Dying left a shadow on the parquet floor And I'm psychometric scrubbing it out All through the time span, all through the lifespans We love it to the opposites of critical fodder Maybe the engine blow, maybe your mind explode Maybe you figure it out, my god, my little girl You got to figure it out, alright You got to let the good times back into your life You got to let the good times back into your heart You got to let the good times back into your And you got to let the good times back into your And you got to let the good times back into your And you got to let the good times back into your heart