Good Man Songtext

Good man, keep me moving.
Shut you're mouth, don't you ask me questions like that.
And you don't know damn well what happens when I stand still.
Good man, keep me breathing.
Don't you dare keep your hands to yourself.
My heart is such a horrible, tasteless, place to be sometimes.
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