On the footpath out the front of Oxford Arts
Stinging for a stiff drink in a short glass
Junkies and cop cars rushing past
And I'm thinking there could be a bit of mischief on the cards
I was a Friday night and the treble was clanging
And the hipsters was hanging
And the ladies was banging
So uh. me and the fellas are looking for companions
In the corner chatting to these chicks, tryna make it happen
And as far as I can tell, it's all going swell
Vibing out just hanging with my mademoiselle
But I wasn't planning on that everyman for himself
When my boy's step in and start chatting as well
I figure it's game over, that's stiff competition
See my man's got a way with women
Self fashioned Casanova,
The other has a lady at home but
He's still on a mission to fill his quota
And sure enough, next thing you know they're both pairing up
And I'm back to square one thinking fuck it I'm done
So I catch a cab home down Parramatta Road
Listen to the cabby chatter on his phone
Breath fogging up the glass city lights rushing past
Damn I should of seen it coming from the start
Nice guys finish last
Good girls move too fast
Now you're sitting in the back of your car
Thinking that you've gone too far
But you'll never know
No you'll never know
Cos nice guys finish last
Nice guys finish last
Good girls move too fast
Now you're sitting in the back of your car
Thinking that you've gone too far
But you'll never know
No you'll never know
Cos nice guys finish last
And I should know
Cos I'm sitting at the back of the pack
Man I should have seen this coming from the start
Nice guys finish last
Now you're sitting in the back of your car
Thinking that you've gone too far
Chasing popped collars at the bar
The type who be paying on card
You ain't gotta look so hard
But you'll never know
No, you'll never know
Nice guys finish last

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