to smell a sweet, perfume.
Got with it and the pedals died
and in the city no one to ride.
In the streets the garbage lies
protected by a million flies.
Crooked soles, baby, they got bones
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Sweet 16, she was fresh and clean
She wanted so bad to be part of the scene
As a musician, she gave that smack
She paid the price and she
Wanted so bad just to please the boys
She ended up being just a toy
Ain't so hard to throw your life away
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
I get depressed when she hits town
I thought vacation was just to get around
And then she lays in a filthy room
And in the street the garbage lies
Protected by a million lies
Up your soles, baby, they got bones
I may move in and make themselves
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
Nice boys don't play rock and roll
No, no, we said nice boys
No, no, no, we're not nice boys
We don't play no weekly drop dance
Boy, it is hot, feels like it
