I seen a fly little philly on a Friday
She almost knocked me out like I’s a light-weight
I thought a girl so fly would make a fly date
So I asked her out so I could show her how to ice skate
I took her home she asked if I would come inside
But what she really meant to say
was, «Ricky, will you stay the night?»
She was feelin' my style but I was tryna' dipset
Before she pulled me into something that I knew I’d regret
Man, girls are so shady; it’s tough to find a lady
Who’s hot like Megan Fox and keeps it clean like Marsha Brady
I ain’t afraid to say it baby I ain’t scared
It’s what I did in Detroit, I’m fixin’a preach the word
Because Society’s standards are getting absurd
But where do you draw the line when all your lines are blurred
Look at poor little Mylie, she was only a kid
She took a turn for the worse, and «you know what she did?»
So many girls these days
Walkin' their worldy ways
I’m sick of flirtin' tired of searchin' it ain’t working baby
Man it’s so frustrating
That’s why I sing this song
They got me wondering where the good girls gone
Just when I think I’ve found a classy girl
She’s just another victim of this nasty world
Showing too much skin, knowing too much sin,
Wearing scarlet on her heart like she’s Hester Prynne
Nothing’s hotter than a girl, living right, Now that’s glorious
But the Hollywood life is all notorious
Everyday it’s getting more obscene, so keep it clean,
That’s what the moral of the story is
Someday I’ll have my own girls to raise
Livin virtuous lovely and worthy of praise
Like 19 kids I be reppin' like a Dugger
You can call me Jim Bob I’mma only let you side hug her
But most girls in the TV shows
Got their bodies exposed, wearing scandalous Clothes
Hey bachelorette, girl, you can keep your rose
I (only) want a good girl, but I’ve got.
Now I don’t mean to be harsh and I ain’t tryn’a be rude
But the reality is I’m a respectable dude
So I’m looking for a lady with a righteous attitude
But the girlies these days they’s the opposite of prude
NCMO, late night creepin, on the dance floor they be freakin'
Every weekend I can’t find the type of good girls I’ve been seekin'
There’s a famine in the land, not of drink or bread
Where chivalry’s gone because morality’s dead
And they call it progression? I’m just shakin' my head
I’d trade ‘em all for a bunch of good girls instead
Call ‘em like I see ‘em yeah I spit the truth
What happened to the ladies from The Strength of Youth?
The question that I ask on this National Track
(Now) Holler back y’all, Where the good girls at?