NICE GUY

She lives down the road

Start the saddest story ever told

And the summer stays cold

But the bedroom I left you in glows

Let the rollerblades roll

Take my hand, baby, let's go

Leave the flowers at the floor

Running after, knocking on your door

She's thinks I'm a nice guy, I'm not really like that

She can leave me tongue-tied

She can be the type that

Always makes me stop when she talks, makes me think

She can be a lot, so I fuck everything

She's thinks I'm a nice guy, I'm not really like that

She can leave me tongue-tied

She can be the type that

Always makes me stop when she talks, makes me think

She can be a lot, so I fuck everything

Feels like, lately, I've been living in the dark

With the nice guy up the street, has been a walk in the park, oh

His hazel eyes are sleepless nights

Talking to a nun

He's kinda shy, I'm not surprised

But starting to feel dumb

She's thinks I'm a nice guy, I'm not really like that (If he's not a nice guy, I'm not really like that)

She can leave me tongue-tied

She can be the type that

Always makes me stop when she talks, makes me think

She can be a lot, so I fuck everything

She's thinks I'm a nice guy, I'm not really like that

She can leave me tongue-tied

She can be the type that

Always makes me stop when she talks, makes me think

She can be a lot, so I fuck everything