Pull 'em
I used to be such a sweet sweet thing
'Til they,got ahold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends cause they read the papers
They can't be seen,with me
And i'm gettin' real shot down
And i'm,feelin' mean
No more,Mister Nice guy
No more,Mister Clean
No more,Mister Nice guy
They say,he's sick he's obscene
I got no friends cause they read the papers
They can't be seen,with me
And i'm gettin' real shot down
And i'm,gettin' mean
No more,Mister Nice guy
No more,Mister Clean
No more,Mister Nice guy
They say,he's sick he's obscene
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eyes
Mom's been thrown out of the social circle
And dad has to hide
I went to church,incognito
When everybody rose,the reverand Smith
He recognised me
And punched me in the nose
He said
No more,Mister Nice guy
No more,Mister Clean
No more,Mister Nice guy
He said,you're sick,you're obscene
No more,Mister Nice guy
2006-09-04
14:16:28
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