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I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing |
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'Til they got a hold of me |
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I opened doors for little old ladies |
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I helped the blind to see |
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I got no friends 'cause they read the papers |
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They can't be seen with me |
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And I'm gettin' real shot down |
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And I'm feelin' mean |
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No more Mister Nice Guy |
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No more Mister Clean |
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No more Mister Nice Guy |
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They say, he's sick, he's obscene |
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I got no friends 'cause they read the papers |
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They can't be seen with me |
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And I'm gettin' real shot down |
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And I'm, I'm gettin' mean |
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No more Mister Nice Guy |
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No more Mister Clean |
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No more Mister Nice Guy |
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They say, he's sick, he's obscene |
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My dog bit me in the leg today |
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My cat clawed my eyes |
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Mom's been thrown out the social circle |
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And dad has to hide |
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I went to church, incognito |
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When everybody rose |
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The Reverend Smith, he recognized me |
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And punched me in the nose |
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He said, no more Mister Nice Guy |
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No more Mister Clean |
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No more Mister Nice Guy |
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He said, you're sick, you're obscene |
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No more Mister Nice Guy |
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No more Mister Clean |
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No more Mister Nice Guy |
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He said, you're sick, you're obscene |
