I don't wanna be the cold cuts lying on your floor
And I don't wanna be the stray dog knocking at your door
And I don't want sympathy for feeling I'm the worst
Or thinking I won't do
I populate my great pipe with unholy thoughts
And I wear them like they're true
And I just wanna be good
I just wanna be good to you

I don't wanna be the woodworm bringing down the church
And I don't wanna be the side wind blowin' up the dirt
And I don't know a thing about our current war
I'm not looting for a cause
I just need the clarity of making roads and I want them to be yours
I just wanna be good
I just wanna be good to you

I'm a lovely little man
I look good on paper

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I just wanna be good
I just wanna be good to you