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 cant be seen with me. And Im getting shot down, and Im feeling mean. My dog bit me on leg today, my cat clawed my eye. Moms been thrown outta the society circle. My dads had to hide. I went to church incognito, when everybody rose, the Reserved 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. your sick, your obscene. -Alice Cooper
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 03:21:16 +0000
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