Very Mostly Good

He’s got a lot of what she really needs
I don’t think that he does know it the good things that he does bring
And wrapped around his neck is the essence of pure living
And he thinks he’s bad but she’s sort of glad
Cause this secret is not for sharing
He is very, very, very, well mostly good
He’s a little weird sort of vague
But mainly misunderstood
There is dirt under his finger nails
Staying up till dawn on his breath
And the secret of immortality
Is to him such a bitter test
He is very, very, very, well mostly good
He’s a little weird sort of vague
But mainly misunderstood
He’s not scared of anything moral, especially not her
He’s a self developed condition that he wears just like a curse
And the wants he wants he’s riding there’s a whip in his left hand
It’s too bad if you can’t hold on
Cause he never once looks back
He is very, very, very, well mostly good
He’s a little weird sort of vague
But mainly misunderstood
Incorrigible as a Kea Bird
Loves shinning things and more
He’s a precious piece of jewellery
Four carats, but one flaw
He is very, very, very well mostly good
He’s a little weird sort of vague
But mainly misunderstood