Verse 1:
Before you walk all over my heart,
Can you do me a favour and shoot me first?
I don't feel like going through another of these,
I guess I must be cursed.
How come I'm "such a nice guy",
But no-one seems able to stand me?
And when I'm finally given a chance,
They soon want to be free.
Chorus:
I think I'm the best,
But I probably smell,
Still, the next girl to dump me,
Is going to hell.
Verse 2:
In a truly perfect world,
There'd be a queue of ladies at my door,
And after I'd shown them the meaning of life,
They'd always come back for more.
I need to get rich quick,
To see if they start to flock to my bed,
Or if it'll still be empty like now,
With me alone, scratching my head.
Verse 3:
Will I find that someone,
Who'll help release what's building up inside?
Or am I eternally damned,
From couples to hide?
Of course, I've always got myself,
To hold long conversations with about nothing,
But no doubt I'll get bored of the sound of my voice,
And get back into the self-pity thing.
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