I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Till they got a hold 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
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