Nice Guy

He never calls, He never calls
He only texts in need of sex
But, his only thought when he's off his head
Is you undressed
So int he just the best

He's so blessed
To keep his cards to his chest

You're out your mind
Believing all his lies
You're on the side
Not the next in line
You've set sights
Optimistically high
He's no mr nice guy
You're just his bit on the side

She's on his breath, She's on his breath
Her Esteé Lauder is on his collar
But, don't ask don't look don't think don't read too much into it
He'll be over in a minute just to put your mind at rest Christ

He's so blessed
To keep his cards to his chest

You're out your mind
Believing all his lies
You're on the side
Not the next in line
You've set your sights
Optimistically high
He's no mr nice guy
You're just his bit on the side

You're out your mind
Believing all his lies
You're on the side
Not the next in line
You've set sights
Optimistically high
He's no mr nice guy
I've seen his type guy
He's preaching to the choir
Like a wannabe messiah
He's no mr nice guy
You're just his bit on the side



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Writer(s): Sunset Jet
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