I see you with your back up against the wall,
a guy eyes you up, you pretend to be enthralled,
he pretends to be interested in your necklace, that’s on the checklist,
You walk away and pretend to get a phonecall.I don’t care about other guys, you get them all the time,
Looking for any way to get under your blouse and back to his house,
All I’m looking for is a nice night and a good time,
and a phone number, I wonder.Hi, I’m Mr. Nice Guy,
I’ll take you out to dinner and make you smile,
Hi, I’m Mr. Nice Guy,
You give me a minute, I’ll take you a mile.Hours pass and the party slows down,
you caught me multiple time staring at the curves hidden under your evening gown,
It doesn’t leave much up to the imagination,
Contemplating conversation, translating my fixation.Hi there, I say, completely lacking any style or grace
I’ve been meaning to speak to you all this time, but I felt out of place,
I thought I’d lose my words, when I looked you in the eye,
I said I like your necklace, that’s on the checklist, she just smiles.Hi, I’m Mr. Nice Guy,
I’ll take you out to dinner and make you smile,
Hi, I’m Mr. Nice Guy,
You give me a minute, I’ll take you a mile.All the boys and their fancy cars,
slicked back hair, clubs and bars,
All the girls and their short dresses,
crying once, learning lessons,
All the tears and all the sorrow,
remembered once, forget tomorrow,
I’m not your type.Hi, I’m Mr. Nice Guy,
I’ll take you out to dinner and make you smile,
Hi, I’m Mr. Nice Guy,
You give me a minute, I’ll take you a mile.I ain’t a rapper, I don’t pretend to be one,
I ain’t a player, I haven’t even seen one,
I don’t explore the local habitat,
I’ll be chilling in the back where the drinks and the chat’s at,
All I’m looking for here is a good time,
Make the girls laugh and I ain’t even trying,
It all comes naturally, no going to the gym, not a bulked up monkey,
I’m not choosing my words, I’m not playing any games,
I’m having conversation, doesn’t that sound insane,
When I ask you how you are, I’m asking,
when I ask about your necklace, I think it’s fantastic
I’m not going round here, iced tea instead of beer,
And I’m not not messing with your head, to g-g-g-get you b-b-ack to bed,
Did I stutter? I think I did,
Cos guys think I’m scared cos I don’t try to stick it in,
As I twirl my moustache, I wonder why,
what ever happened to Mr. Nice Guy?
This song is fairly self explanatory. LADIES? ~~~~~~
