Mrs. Nice Songtext
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Highstreet fashion come to bed-eyes.Oh Mrs. Nice.
Short tight skirt pretty smile. Oh Mrs. Nice.
You never need to care for your living.
Daddy′s money always pays the bill.
Fashion, jewels, expensive cars were the subjects and they always will be.
You're so young and you think you′re clever to live your life the way you want.
Your life's just one big party.
Champagne, puking in the garden pond.
Champagne, puking in the garden pond.
This is a warning and a, a teenage story and a, a good advice to Mrs. Nice. It's a tragedy, a young girl′s drama of unused time and a waste of life.
Hello Mrs. Nice are you allright?
You don′t no what to do?
So maybe you will die tonight.


Always hip always the latest style. Oh Mrs. Nice.
A good home she made her pile. Oh Mrs. Nice.
Totally pissed you're an easy victim a pretty toy for all to share. No real friends just sex and parties but no one needs you no one cares.
The party-scene you know them all.
The young, the rich and the dealing scum.
′Cause you feel so bored and lonely
You're addicted to having some fun.
You′re addicted to having some fun.
This is a warning and a, a teenage story and a, a good advice to Mrs. Nice. It's a tragedy, a young girl′s drama of unused time and a waste of life.
Hello Mrs. Nice are you allright?
You don't no what to do?
So maybe you will die tonight
This is a warning and a, a teenage story and a, a good advice to Mrs. Nice. It's a tragedy, a young girl′s drama of unused time and a waste of life.