I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til 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 getting real shot down
And I'm feeling 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 getting real shot down
And I'm—I'm gettin' mean
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
My dog bit me on leg today
My cat clawed my eyes (clawed my eye)
Mom's been thrown out of the social circle
And dad has to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smithy
He recognized 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
No more Mister Clean
No more Mister Nice guy
He said you're sick, you're obscene
Listened to 72 songs today.
Listened to the 100th song by Carrie Underwood this year.
Listened to the 200th song by Taylor Swift this year.
Listened to the 50th song by Gin Blossoms since 2018.
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