NICE GUY

Yeah, yeah Whoa-whoa 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 fucked 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 fucked everything Feels like, lately, I've been living in the dark With the nice guy up the street, it's been a walk in the park, oh His hazel eyes are sleepless nights Talking 'til we're numb He's kinda shy, I'm not surprised But starting to feel dumb She 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 fucked everything She 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 fucked everything Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh, oh