The Good Guy
He's a good guy, you know
Holds open doors
Says please and thank you
Donates to the poor
Opens his wallet
When hes out on a date
Got a good eye for flowers
Never let's down his mates
Theres just one thing
That wasn't for me
As nice as he was
I went for old Steve
Steve couldn't cook or clean
No paid work to do
Caught me sinker, line and hook
With his sailor tattoos
So as good as he was
He wasn't for me
Sure, he would've brushed my hair
Made hot cups of tea
Soothed my burnt face
When struck down with the flu
Held my body tight
When I lost Auntie Loo
But something weren't right
When I made my decision
He was just... too nice
So...you know...indecision
Sometimes I think
After Steve did a runner
If I would've had kids
You know... it makes you wonder
Why some of us girls
Always go for that guy
With leather-studded jacket
And loud motorbike
When Mr Right was there
all bloody along
With his warm-hearted smile
And silly old songs
I guess you never know
Why the choices you make
Until you're old and alone
And know you made a
