The Best Guy
Like to think I'm the best there is at putting myself down
Here's to looking at trading places with anyone in town
The way you light that cigarette
The smoke never hits your eyes
Wishing I was you, you're the best guy
So good looking and confident
When you're lacking personality
Nothing matters when you back it up with five beers
A line of speed, scintillating conversation
I know that I should try
Wishing I was you you're the best guy
Now I stand in front of you
I hope that I could die
Wishing I was you you're the best guy
As many friends as there are bodies placed in your field of view
Does that explain why I'm so incensed when you do the things you do
Jealousy's the most destructive, a bitter waste of time
Wishing I was you you're the best guy
Well I lost my fait in everything, severed all my ties
Wishing I was you you're the best guy
We recommend: The Snows of New York (co-written with Albert Hammond)
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn't finely hone
The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
Sweetest injection of any kind
I stop and I stare too much
Afraid that I care too much
And I hardly dare to touch
For fear that the spell may be broken
When I need a drug in me
And it brings out the thug in me
Feel something tugging me
Then I want the real thing not tokens
The sweetest perfection
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn't finely hone
The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
Sweet