THE GOOD LIFE

i've got my hands in the sink
i'm washing dishes while the sun goes down
and from the shower you sing
about the night they drove old dixie down
i'm gonna take you out tonight

you're giving me the good life
you're giving me the good life

you're getting dressed in our room
i hear the tickin tack of high heeled shoes
the suns got nothing on you
and there is nothing i would rather do
than dance with you tonight

you're giving me the good life
you're giving me the good life

there's always something to celebrate
there's always nothing to hide
you are the greatest of everything
what a life

i've got these dish pan hands
you'll let them hold you til it's closing time
you like that look on a man
i'm gonna hold you til the morning shines
i'm gonna take you home tonight

you're giving me the good life
you're giving me the good life