Paul Chesne - She Was Good Lookin' lyrics

She Was Good Lookin' She was sharp as a knife She could win every fight She was curvy as a piano She had a gorgeous figure It flowed like a river I just hate to see her go She was good lookin' God rest her soul Only 18 in a dirty bus station She just ran away from home If only I could muster the kind of patience It would take to be her beau She was good lookin' God rest her soul A little bit clumsy And she treats me like a little lap dog I said now "Come on honey Why you got to be so high on the hog." She says, "You don't know what's good for you boy" I said, "You take all my money. You take away all my joy." Through all of my persistence all the friends I ever had are gone. She was good lookin' God rest her soul