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I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
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'Til they got a hold of me.
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I opened doors for little old ladies,
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I helped the blind to see.
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I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.
D E
They can't be seen
F#m Bm
With me and I'm gettin' real shot down
D E
And I'm feeling mean.
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No more Mister Nice Guy,
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No more Mister Clean,
F# E
No more Mister Nice Guy,
F# E(F#m A C#m)
They say he's sick, he's obscene.
F#m Bm
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.
D E
They can't be seen
F#m Bm
With me and I'm gettin' real shot down
D E
And I'm feeling mean.
F# E
No more Mister Nice Guy,
F# E (F#m A C#m)
No more Mister Clean,
F# E
No more Mister Nice Guy,
F# E(F#m A C#m)
They say he's sick, he's obscene.
A A/G#
My dog bit me on the leg today.
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My cat clawed my eyes.
A A/G#
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle,
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And dad has to hide.
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I went to church incognito.
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When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith,
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He recognized me,
D E
And punched me in the nose.
F# E
No more Mister Nice Guy,
F# E (F#m A C#m)
No more Mister Clean,
F# E
No more Mister Nice Guy,
F# E(F#m A C#m)
They say he's sick, he's obscene.
Written by Michael Bruce/Alice Cooper