good on you

Priscilla Block - Good On You Lyrics

Good On You lyrics by Priscilla Block

She probably goes to church, ain’t hungover in a pew
Good on you (Good on you)
She probably don’t ‘cuss, ain’t got a single tattoo
Good on you (Good on you)
Bet she’s more uptown than she is downtown
Bet she don’t get loud, bet your mom’s damn proud
I was just something you had to shake loose
Good on you

I wore that dress, acted my best
Hiding my mess with the same perfume
It hurt like hell, finding myself
Like a light bulb lighting up the neon truth
Vanilla ain’t me, it ain’t ever gonna be
It’s plain Jane to see that she looks
Good on you, good on you, good on you

It took a little time, little drinking therapy
Good on me
But I’m back in those shorts that you said were trashy
Good on me, they look good on me
Never liked uptown always loved downtown
Saying that out loud’s making me damn proud
You were just something I had to shake loose
But good on you

I wore that dress, acted my best
Hiding my mess with the same perfume
It hurt like hell, finding myself
Like a light bulb lighting up the neon truth
Vanilla ain’t me, it ain’t ever gonna be
It’s plain Jane to see that she looks
Good on you, yeah, good on you
She looks good on you

I regret nothing
Okay, maybe just one thing

I wore that dress, acted my best
Hiding my mess with the same perfume
It hurt like hell, finding myself
Like a light bulb lighting up the neon truth
Vanilla ain’t me, it ain’t ever gonna be
It’s plain Jane to see that she looks
Good on you, good on you, good on you
(She looks) Good on you, good on you, good on you

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