Ronny Skyland He Gets All The Good Stuff
The weekend comes around, Friday afternoon
I thought I'd make my way down
To the Longhorn Saloon
I saw her standing there alone
Like an Angel in distress
I downed a shot of courage, dusted off my lines
Then made my way over to give love a try
No drink, no thanks, no time!
I could sure use a ride?
My imagination up and took off running wild
I asked her for her number
She just turned to me and smiled
And then she told me there was someone else
He gets all the good stuff, I get all the bad luck
She's givin' him everything, I get all the heartache
I know she whispers in his ear
All the things I long to hear
And lovin' her will never cross his mind
He gets all the kisses, while I'm reminiscing
Yes, he gets all the love, I'm stuck here with none
He gets all the good stuff
Well the bar and me been' shut down
I'll try another day
Now I make my way over to a Starbucks café
The waitress brings my coffee
She's an angel in a dress
I downed that cup of courage
Then I swallowed my pride
When does your night end Honey?
Can I give you a ride?
She smiled then checked her phone
I don't get off till five?
My imagination took my heart out for a fling
I looked at her left hand and saw that diamond ring
And then she told me there was someone else
He gets all the good stuff, I get all the bad luck
She's givin' him everything, I get all the heartache
I know she whispers in his ear
All the things I long to hear
And lovin' her will never cross his mind
He gets all the kisses, while I'm reminiscing
Yes, he gets all the love, I'm stuck here with none
He gets all the good, good stuff