"The Good Ones" as written by and Tim Rogers....
He's just not here to change your lightbulbs
He's not here to check your mains
He's here because he's fascinated
Your liege, your fancy, your slave

He calls each day too early
And your piqued by his politeness
And the bakery treats and the sliced deli meats
You charm but they're far from the best
He turns on his heels again yeah
There's better ways to say goodbye

You gave him the moments money just can't buy
The good guys may finish last, they need no other prize
It's no secret, it's no secret

It's the decommissioned lifestyle
The badges buried in his chest
But you take him in each second night
But you're not living with second best
So pack your credit card and fresh change
There's so many to see disrobed
When you hear the slinging stones in the glasshouse
Well you understand just why I'm alone
Slicing it up to the bone yeah
There's better ways to say goodbye

You gave him the moments no money just can't buy
The good guys may finish last, they need no other prize
You gave him the moments money just can't buy
The good ones may finish last, they need no other prizes

So bones may heal and chicks dig scars
'Cept the ones surrounding hearts
There's a million handsome goons with pretty tunes
But the coupons they've got, their patience too
There he goes, after you sweetheart
There's better ways to say goodbye

You gave him the moments money just can't buy
The good guys may finish last, they need no other prize
You gave him the moments money just can't buy
The good ones may finish last, they need no other prizes
It's no secret, it's no secret, it's no secret




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