Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Somethin' I'm Good At , by - Brett Eldredge. Song from the album Brett Eldredge, in the genre КантриRelease date: 03.08.2017
Record label: Atlantic Nashville
Song language: English
Somethin' I'm Good At |
| Verse 1: |
| I’m a real bad liar |
| I’m a burnt toast kinda guyer |
| If I try to build a fire, I’ll burn the woods. |
| I … or a shaker |
| Can’t keep up with the pacer |
| Never met a dance floor that ever did me any good. |
| Chorus: |
| I can’t change the world, no I can’t change a flat |
| If you give me your heart girl, well you may never get it back. |
| You said you’d never smile again |
| But oh, no here it comes, would’ya look at that. |
| I finally found somethin' I’m good at. |
| Verse 2: |
| I got a poor sense of direction |
| Sometimes too strong of affection |
| For a whiskey made in Lynchburg, Tennessee! |
| If there’s a hole in boat, son |
| You bet that’s all she wrote |
| I’m a Titanic sinking down into that deep, blue sea (ohhh) |
| Chorus: |
| I can’t change the world, no I can’t change a flat |
| If you give me your heart girl, well you may never get it back. |
| You said you’d never smile again |
| But oh, no here it comes, would’ya look at that. |
| I finally found somethin' I’m good at. |
| (Playin' hard to get, are ya?) |
| (Let me tell ya a little more about ya. Why I love ya) |
| Damn you’re a looker |
| You’re the cane, you’re the sugar |
| Jiffy pop in the cooker |
| You’re the … of the booker I’m reading (ain't ya, baby) |
| You’re the blue, you’re the sky |
| You’re the apple of my eye |
| Make me laugh 'til I cry |
| 'Til I think I’m gonna die |
| Turn me upside down, spin me around |
| Spend all of my money on you all over this town |
| Chorus: |
| I can’t change the world, no I can’t change a flat |
| If you give me your heart girl, well you may never get it back. |
| You said you’d never smile again |
| But oh, no here it comes, would’ya look at that. |
| (would'ya look at that) |
| I finally found somethin'…I'm really good at. |
| (You thought it was over?) |
| OH, oh my, my. |
| I’m sucha lucky guy |
| You got my tongue-tied, like Jeckel and Hyde |
| I’m comin' undone |
| I’m born to run |
| I got my shades on, here comes the sun |
| Ohhh, cotton pickin' |
| My tick-tock's tickin' |
| I’m love, I’m stricken |
| I’m flip-flop flippin' |
| I’m 'bout to cuss… a bus |
| I can’t stop singin', I’m havin' way to much fun… |
| Chorus: |
| I can’t change the world, no I can’t change a flat |
| If you give me your heart girl, well you may never get it back. |
| You said you’d never smile again |
| But oh, no here it comes, would’ya look at that. |
| I finally found somethin'… I’m so good at. |