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• Artiste: Phil Collen
• Titre: Under My Wheels
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I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'Til 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 gettin' real shot down I'm feeling real 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 gettin' real shot down And I'm feeling kinda, kinda mean No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene My dog bit me on the leg today The cat clawed my eyes Ma's been thrown out of the social circle And my dad just has to hide I went to church, I was incognito When everybody rose The Reverend Smith, he recognized me And punched me in the nose He said no more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say you're sick, you're obscene No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say you're sick, you're obscene No more, oh ow No more, oh ow No more Mister Nice Guy