The Good Ones

He’s not just here to change your light bulbs
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 you’re piqued by his politeness
And the bakery treats and the sliced deli meats
You’re charmed, 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 a decommissioned lifestyle
The badge is buried in his chest
Would 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
And when you hear you’re slinging stones in the glass house
Will 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 all the ones surrounding hearts
There’s a million handsome goons with pretty tunes
But the coupons they got there, the patience too
Look, there he goes
And it ain’t 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