Tekst Utworu

Girl, you look like a model from the sixties Natural kind of beauty, no surgeries Can't get this kind of look from anything else, but God And everybody knows it too You got that sixties kind of vibe to you, and it's hard to beat Ain't gonna find it here in this century Other people try, but they can't compete You got that kind of class ain't nobody teach I wanna hold you now 'til infinity Look back on the years, count our memories Other people try, but they can't compete You got that kind of class ain't nobody brings Mm-ba-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-ba-mm-ba Mm-ba-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-ba-mm-ba Mm-ba-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-ba-mm-ba Mm-ba-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-ba-mm-ba Girl, you lookin' like a past life, a memory A much sweeter part of the story (ah-ah-ah) Like an old Beach Boys melody Just swimmin' around in my head and singin', "don't you worry, baby" Alright, alright, I got you by my side We can turn back the time, this decade don't feel right So if you catch my vibe Just sing it out into the night (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) You got that sixties kind of vibe to you, and it's hard to beat Ain't gonna find it here in this century Other people try, but they can't compete You got that kind of class ain't nobody teach I wanna hold you now 'til infinity Look back on the years, count our memories Other people try, but they can't compete You got that kind of class ain't nobody brings Mm-ba-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-ba-mm-ba Mm-ba-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-ba-mm-ba Mm-ba-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-ba-mm-ba Mm-ba-ba-mm-ba, mm-ba-ba-mm-ba
Writer(s): Fulton Lee, John Michael Howell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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