Lyrics Goodie Bag - The Misters

Tell me once, no, tell me twice
Love it hard, but treat it nice
Sweet temptation, sour love
Taste my touch, before it's gone
You came for my goodie bag
So good it's bad
You came for my goodie bag
So good it's bad
Party favors on the floor
The invitations were left at the door
It's my party, so I call the shots
He loves me baby, he loves me not
You came for my goodie bag
So good it's bad
You came for my goodie bag
So good it's bad
Make a wish, don't tell
What that wish is, you must never tell
You must never
Make a wish, don't tell
What that wish is, you must never tell
You must never
You'll come for my goodie bag
So good it's bad
He'll come for my goodie bag
So good it's bad