For the longest time, I was the nice guy
I'd be the first to diffuse her low lights, with high fives
Be the shoulder she could cry on, and as she dried her eyes
On my shirt, she'd ask, "will I ever find the right guy?"
Ouch, guess I was just a listener
But when she said that, my heart got hella blisters, 'cause it
Burned me, not first, second, but third degree, when I asked her
"What about me?" It's like she'd never heard of me
"You?" She said.
But at that time, I never told her I had imagined us as newly-weds
I never told her that every time her man fucked up, it was
My words, that he said to you instead, of
Me sayin' 'em, I always told her he was a stupid man
Especially while I held her, when her soul feelin' was blue n' black
I loved her, no matter what mood she was in
But all she ever said to me was, "I love you too...as friends"

Hook--

I, just wanna be that guy
With the suit and with the neck tie
The one that every girl likes
And
I, just wanna be the mack type
He can always make 'em act right
Isn't he lucky or am, I, blind?

I look back at what I came from, and
Realize that over the years I became numb
I look at girls who love me, like they're the strange ones
LIke why would you love a man, who's strayed so far away from, what he
Used to be? I've loved women since, like, day one
Maybe that's my flaw, I often get mistaken for a
Free ride, a meal ticket, or a pay stub
S'why gentlemen are dying...they just don't make us, like they
Used to, but take away our make-up
And you see the scarred tissue on us, from all the break ups
All the tears we've cried, because we couldn't say what
We felt, for years we've been taught it's not in our make-up
Our peers jeer' callin' our tears "gay-stuff"
So, the belts on our hearts we tighten, and our mouths we tape-shut
Fuck with all this posturing, I just need a big hug
I'm tired of being Superman, I'm hanging my cape-up

I, just wanna be that guy
With the suit and with the neck tie
The one that every girl likes
And
I, just wanna be the mack type
He can always make 'em act right
Isn't he lucky or am, I, blind?

So, what am I, 29, almost thirty?
No prospects of love 'cause spelled backwards, the wording says it's
Evol (evil), but I think I'm just afraid of people hurting
Me, and every chance for love I keep diverting
So I keep my distance, I should really seek assistance
But, I vow to maintain and keep consistent
I don't wanna love nobody, I just wanna meet some bitches
No I don't, this isn't me, who is this speakin? This is
Not what I was taught, gotta stop all of this pos-turin' and
Ego driven, cockiness jus' talkin' up a cocks-man image
'Cause it's not me, nah...
I just wanna go, back to the point, where I can give my heart's key
To that special someone who wants half of every heart beat
And then one day, we get to see our kid up in that car seat
See, really I'm just a softy
I don't wanna front no more, I just wanna rock me
(For this game of sex & ego - used to have a set of box seats
But I don't want 'em no more, here, you can cop these)

I, don't wanna be that guy
With the suit and with the neck tie
The one that not every girl likes
'Cause
I, looked at him under a blacklight
And then I lit him with a back-light
And then I realized he's got no heart