THE OTHER KIND OF GUY
You know the kind of guy to ask if you're doing alright and really wants to know?
And if you set a date a month away you know that on the night he's gonna show
And if he disagrees he'll tell me lovingly right to my face
Well I'm the other kind
The other kind of guy
I want to be like him I want to do the right thing but it won't compute
On the same day I give blood I spend thirty-seven minutes with a prostitute
Brings a tear to my eye to think of all you don't know I get up to
Cos I'm the other kind
The other kind of guy
Swimming in the creek with your family I listened as you were telling me
How my girlfriend's going to hell I hated every word
But could you tell I loved you still
You know the kind of guy you call if you're to find yourself in the apocalypse
The man who most resembles a lifeboat in a sea of sinking ships