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I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing

Until 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 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 shot down

And I'm feeling mean

My dog bit me on leg today

My cat clawled my eye

My mom's been thrown out of society circle

My dad's had to hide

I went to church incognito

When everybody rose, the Reserved Smith

He recognized me

Punched me in the nose