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