Lyrics: Rory Butler
Music: Rory Butler
Save your best for me.
Save your best for last.
Everyone around me, thinks I wanna be asked.
Is there something on?
Is it something free?
Money ain’t my match maker,
it never made me.
Oh I’ve heard and I’m tired of the words,
you should open your heart,
and come around,
To being lost and found.
Let’s appal the free.
Make the guilty mad.
Everyone around me, thinks I’m gonna be had.
Is there something on?
Or is it just me?
But making love to match makers,
Never came free.
Oh I’ve heard and I’m tiered of the words,
you should open your heart and come around,
To being lost and found.
Coz it’s over board.
Over and over
Or it’s over board.
Jump when your told or it’s hit the floor.
Baby everyone around thinks I wanna be asked.
Lost or found?
Save your best for me.
Save your best for last.
Everyone around me, thinks Im gonna be asked,
But I’ve heard and I’m tired of the words,
You should open your heart,
And come around,
To being lost and found.