Should’ve Been a Good Time

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(Verse 1)
We had plans to hit the town, just her and me tonight,
She got dressed up, looking perfect in the neon light.
But I was dragging my boots, lost track of the clock,
Now she’s sitting on the couch, staring at TikTok.

(Pre-Chorus)
She said, “You said we’d dance, laugh, and unwind,
But all I’m doing now is wasting my time.”

(Chorus)
Should’ve been a good time, just her and me,
Two-stepping under those marquee dreams.
But I showed up late with nothing to say,
Turned her Friday night into a throwaway.
I had one job, make her smile shine,
But I blew it again, should’ve been a good time.

(Verse 2)
The jukebox was playing her favorite tune downtown,
But I was stuck in traffic, too late to turn it around.
She called me once, said, “Don’t even bother,”
Now I’m stuck here wondering if I’ve lost her.

(Pre-Chorus)
She said, “A girl like me don’t need much at all,
Just a little effort and a man who’ll show up when I call.”

(Chorus)
Should’ve been a good time, just her and me,
Two-stepping under those marquee dreams.
But I showed up late with nothing to say,
Turned her Friday night into a throwaway.
I had one job, make her smile shine,
But I blew it again, should’ve been a good time.

(Bridge)
I know I let her down, and it cuts me deep,
Should’ve been her hero, not a promise I couldn’t keep.
Now I’m staring at her picture, thinking ‘bout what I’ve lost,
Every minute I was late, I’m learning what it cost.

(Final Chorus)
It could’ve been a good time, just her and me,
Two-stepping under those marquee dreams.
But I showed up late with nothing to say,
Turned her Friday night into a throwaway.
If I get one more chance, I’ll make her heart shine,
‘Cause she deserves it all—should’ve been a good time.

(Outro)
Next time, I’ll be there, standing tall and true,
‘Cause a girl like her deserves a better view.

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