Be Good

I checked the back closet

Looked under the stairs

Went out to the balcony

But nothing was there

I lifted the carpets

Scolded the chairs

Lay naked beside you

And did it again

Let me be good

So many things already are

Trinkets and Persian rugs

And sometimes our hearts

I've shown you my honest

Know you've seen my care

But sometimes a whisper

Tells you to beware

I look in the mirror

And that's why I'm scared

That I wasn't gentle

And I'll do it again

But let me be good

So many things already are

Trinkets and Persian rugs

And sometimes our hearts

If it doesn't fill the room

(If it doesn't fill the room)

If it's always an excuse

(If it's always an excuse)

If it never comes to you

(If it never comes to you)

Just let me be good

So many things already are

Trinkets and Persian rugs

And sometimes our hearts