A B7 A
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they got a hold of me
A B7 A
I'd open doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
B7 E
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers
They can't be seen
B7 E
With me and I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feelin' mean
C#m B
No more Mister Nice Guy
No more Mister Clean
C#m B
https://www.coveralia.com/acordes/no-more-mr--nice-guy--live-in-columbus--alice-cooper.php
No more Mister Nice Guy
They say he's sick, he's obscene
C#m B A
My dog bit me on the leg today
My cat clawed my eyes
C#m B A
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle
And dad has to hide
A B7 E
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose
A B7
The Reverend Smith, he recognized me
And punched me in the nose
