make me, make me feel so good You know how to make me, make me feel so good You know how to make me, make me feel so good You know how to make me, make
You make me feel so good, so good You make me feel so good, so good Can you feel it baby You make me feel so good, so good You make me feel so good,
can really get me high You make me feel so good So good Like I knew you would Ooh la la la yeah You make me feel so good So good Like I knew you would
blue, I love blue I'm on the waves alone with you You make me feel so good You make me feel so good, good So good, so good, so good, so good
'll give one to you: You make me feel good, you make me feel good CHORUS: So good, so good, don't have to justify Why I feel so good, so good, so good
翻訳: ペレス、ベル. あなたは私を(ララの歌をああ)フィールソーグッドください.
翻訳: モービー. 移動(あなたが私には気持ちの良い確認).
ll give one to you: You make me feel good, you make me feel good CHORUS: So good, so good, don't have to justify Why I feel so good, so good, so good
but I am And it's people like you that make me proud of what I am Hey, you are the shit, damn pardon the gram' But it's like you make me feel like I'm
Smile Why is everybody so serious Acting so damn mysterious Got your shades on your eyes And your heels so high That you can't even have a good time
might drink a little bit more than I should tonight And I might take you home with me if I could tonight And baby Ima make you feel so good tonight Cause
am red, you are blue I'm old school and you're so new But I guess I could forgive you tonight When you're cold, I like to burn I cut lines, you wait you
eyes? You think it's for you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting those hands, You better stop if you're making more plans
I'ma boss, so you gotta work off in this muthafucka The work, and I can get you anything you want I could, I could, I could put you on See you look like Beyonce so
mean is that I will no longer let you control me So you better hear me out, this much you owe me I gave up my life for you, totally devoted to you, while
breeze, my hustler's poem My sound's full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush) Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Uh) Nigga, make some money 'fore you make