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Buika - Good Men Lyrics

You never cry for a wasted love
You never
Bang bang, sister get up
Please don't trust all these MFS
They talk about love & stuff
But then they run away behind somebody else's pantalon
Get up sis, you gotta recall
Tears in bed don't bring you nothing
Crying for those B. it's a waste of time
Let's send them all to the M.F outer space

Oh!... Bang bang, sister get up
Don't curse don't beg'cause all is in your hands
You know that life is a gift
There's no pain if there's no punishment
Let me take you somewhere in town
The night is burning in the city
Get up, dress up, fix your hair
Let's get somewhere we can feel it
You never cry for a wasted love
True love doesn't hurt that much
You never let a bad man ruin your head
You never let a freak to ruin your life

Oh!... No, sister don't cry
You feel in love just to feel the beauty
Your pain cannot let you see
That there are many good men here in

Bang bang, sister get up
Please don't trust all these MFS
They talk to you about love & stuff
But then the run away behind somebody else's pantalon
You need to find a good man
Get up SIS you gotta recall

Tears in bed don't bring you nothing
crying for those B. it's a waste of time
Let's send them all to the M.F outer space

No, we must not cry for a wasted love
Please don't trust all these MFS
You never smile if they come back
But then they run away behind somebody else's pantalon
Real love does not make you fall
Tears in bed don't bring you nothing
Oh real men will never push you down

Oh! Bang bang, sister get up
Please don't hurt yourself cause you're beautiful
I see the sorrow in your soul
But this is not the end: get up, move on

Hungry girls out, hunting at night
Burning love, in the city
Let's find out how many handsome cutie good men remain free

Bang bang, sister get up
Please don't trust all these MFS
The talk to you about love & stuff
But then they run away behind somebody else's pantalon
Get up sis, you gotta recall
Tears in bed don't bring you nothing
Crying for those B. it's a waste of time
Let's send all to the M.F outer space
Please don't trust all these MFS
But then they run away behind somebody else's pantalon
Tears in bed don't bring you nothing

You never cry for a wasted love