bimbette - Good Guy Lyrics

I've got 37 bug bites on my legs from last July
When you told me that you cared about me, just enough to lie
As you sat there smoking cigarettes at 7 in the morning
Staring stone-faced out the window like I couldn't be more dull and boring

I bet you feel real good now, and I
Thank God you're such a good guy
Ah, ah, ah, ah

You, you aren't ashamed, are you, at all?
You, you aren't ashamed, are you, at all?

I got 20 pairs of heels because I'm not a f*cking farmer
And I'm not gonna keep making myself small
You took too many magic mushrooms on the J train out of Brooklyn
You're so pithy and prolific after all

I made you feel real good now, didn't I?
Well, thank God you're such a good guy
Ah, ah, ah, ah

You, you aren't ashamed, are you, at all?
You, you aren't ashamed, are you, at all?

How was I supposed to know you read a single book, one-time
And then believed that you were Jesus Christ?
How was I supposed to know that what I thought was something good,
Was something real, was something you had only wanted me to feel?
Is your mama proud of you, and what you do?
Do you feel it in the night? Are you lonely all the time?
Does it make you feel good? Does it make you feel good?

You, you aren't ashamed, are you, at all?
You, you aren't ashamed, are you, at all?

You, you aren't ashamed, are you, at all?
(Walk the wire, stoke the fire)

You, you aren't ashamed, are you, at all?
(You're just such a good friend and liar)

You're such a good guy, such a good guy
(Dionysis, jest in crisis)

You're such a good guy, such a good guy
(All good things come to an end)

(You, you aren't ashamed, are you, at all?)

Because you're such a good guy