Gettin' all dressed up just to cry in bed Can you spell humiliating? At least I'll feel pretty while I block your texts Don't you understood the meaning Behind the I'm sorrys whispered under your bedsheets The bones that you broke weren't even done mending But You're nice guy aren't you? Take me to dinner why don't you? Build my trust Then blame it all on lust Cuz that's what the nice guys do I guess that's what the nice guys do