“Nice guys finish last”
Is what they keep in the blast?
Never letting me be
Just telling me to flee
To stop being nice
And put in some spice
In the love that I hold
So they won’t get bold
I revolt in their words
Saying nothing could be worse
Then treating a women less
Than a queen should be a mess
But alas the blast was right
As I laid their at night
Treating them like my mom said
While they laid in bed
Eating grapes and laughing
At the man their wishing
That their would be a woman
Who would appreciate a man?
For being that nice guy on blast
That ended up, finishing dead last