Good, Bad, Ugly

Oh it's was good Good to see you again Good to meet your girlfriend I'll try not to wonder where you are When you go outside to kiss her In the front seat of your car And it's good Good to be back home How I missed this time zone Oh...strangers they're exciting Their mystery never ends But there's nothing like looking at your own history In the faces of your friends And it's bad To have eyes like neon signs Flashing open, open, open Open, open, open, open, open Open all the time And it's bad That I wrapped you in a fantasy And that I carry you with me M...but lately it seems like everybody's Joined at the hip And I'm still fancy Oh, I'm so fancy Fancy free Sometimes the beauty is easy Sometimes you don't have to try at all Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake Sometimes there's poetry written right On a bathroom wall And it's bad That I took that second look I guess I'm an open book Oh...you know I didn't really intend To embrace you that long But then again I noticed that I wasn't the only one Hanging on 'cause baby you know it was good Good to see you again Good to meet your girlfriend I'll try not to wonder where you are When you go outside to kiss her In the front seat of your car