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scott bradlee's postmodern jukebox - good luck, babe! (feat. tatum langley) lyrics

[intro]
shoo+wop, doo+wah, ah+ah+ah+ah
shoo+wop, doo+wah, shoo+wop, doo+wah
shoo+wop, doo+wah, ah+ah+ah+ah
shoo+wop, doo+wah

[verse 1]
it’s fine, it’s cool
you can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth (ooh)
and guess i’m the fool
with her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof (ooh)

[pre+chorus]
(dum) i don’t wanna call it off
(da+dum) but you don’t wanna call it love
(dum) just wanna be the one that i call “baby” (da+dum)

[chorus]
you can kiss a hundred boys in bars (shoo+wop, doo+wah) (ah, ah+ah+ah)
shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling (shoo+wop, doo+wah, shoo+wop, doo+wah)
you can say it’s just the way you are (shoo+wop, doo+wah) (ah, ah+ah+ah)
make a dumb excuse, ‘nother stupid reason (shoo+wop, doo+wah, shoo+wop, doo+wah)
good luck, babe (good luck)
well, good luck, babe (good luck)
you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling (ah)
(ooh+ooh+ooh+ooh) good luck, babe (good luck)
good luck
[verse 2]
i’m cliché, who cares?
it’s a s+xually explicit kind of love affair
and i cry, it’s not fair (ooh, it’s not fair)
i just need a little lovin’, i just need a little air

[pre+chorus]
(stop) think i’m gonna call it off (call it off)
even if you call it love
just wanna love someone who calls mе “baby”

[chorus]
you can kiss a hundred boys in bars (sha+la+la+la, sha+la+la, doopy+dah)
shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling (sha+la+la, stop thе feelin’)
you can say it’s just the way you are (sha+la+la+la, sha+la+la, doopy+dah)
make a dumb excuse, ‘nother stupid reason (sha+la+la+la, stupid reason)
good luck, babe (good luck, babe)
good luck, babe (good luck, babe)
you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling (ah)
(ooh+ooh+ooh+ooh) good luck, babe (good luck, babe)
good luck, babe (good luck, babe)
you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling (ooh)

[bridge]
when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night
with your head in your hands, you’re nothing more than his wife
and you think about me all of those years ago
you’re standing face to face with “i told you so”
you know i hate to say, i told you so
(you know i hate to say it) i told you so
[chorus]
(you can kiss a hundred boys in bars)
(shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling)
(you can say it’s just the way you are) oh, oh+oh
(make a new excuse, another stupid reason)
good luck, babe (good luck, babe, good luck, babe)
you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling (shoo+wop, doo+wah, shoo+wop, doo+wah)
i have (good luck, babe)
good luck, babe (good luck, babe)
you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling (shoo+wop, doo+wah, shoo+wop, doo+wah)
you have (good luck, babe)
good luck, babe (good luck, babe)
you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling (shoo+wop, doo+wah, shoo+wop, doo+wah)
good luck, babe (good luck, babe)
good luck, babe (good luck, babe)

[outro]
you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling (ooh+ah)
have to stop the world just to stop the feeling (ooh+ah)
have to stop the world just to stop the feeling (ooh,ah)

- scott bradlees postmodern jukebox lyrics

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