Good Friend Martin

Good friend martin, when you think of me

Make sure i am a woman of ideals

'cause martin, that's all i've got left in me

Can't pull no tricks out my sleeve



Martin, our roads may not be the same

We've each got our own style and way

But martin, we each gonna taste that fame

But i can just say my fame gonna taste a little sweeter

'cause your head it is big and your feet they don't hit the ground

And martin, i've learned one thing

Only good boys get to morningtown

And i know you want to ride to morningtown



So martin, i'm gonna keep playing my empty rooms

Someday i'll find my space

And martin, i'm gonna keep my mouth free and clear

Ain't no dick gonna block what i say

'cause my head it ain't big and my feet they gonna stay on the ground

Martin, i've learned one thing

Only good girls get to morningtown

And i am gonna ride to morningtown