You Didn't Have to Be So Nice - Richard Bliwas

To be someone must be a wonderful thing A famous footballer or rock singer Or a big film star Yes, I think I would like that To be rich and have lots of fans Have lots of girls, to prove That I'm a man And be number one And liked by everyone Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me, man And I dig them And the bread I spend Is like my fame Its quickly diminished And there's no more swimming in a guitar-shaped pool No more reporters At my beck and call No more Cocaine Now it's only ground chalk No more taxis Now we'll have to walk But didn't we have a nice time? Didn't we have a nice time? Oh, wasn't it such a fine time? I realise I should have stuck to my guns Instead of shit out to be one of the bastard sons And lose myself I know it was wrong But it's cost me a lot There's no more drinking When the club shuts down I'm out on my arse With the rest of the clowns It's really frightening Without a bodyguard So I stay confined to my lonely room But didn't we have a nice time? Didn't we have a nice time? Oh, wasn't it such a fine time? To be someone must be a wonderful thing

Was it some man, that didn't treat you right Left you reachin' out for him, in the middle of the night Is it some heartache, that you can't outrun That makes you so afraid, to get close to anyone? You're so easy to look at You're so easy to hold, yeah you're So easy to touch you But so hard to let go It's so easy to want you That I, I can't get enough Tell me, why do you have to be Why do you have to be, so hard to love? Is it some hurt from long ago That it makes it so hard, to let your feelings show Is it the ghost of who you used be That makes you so afraid, to bear your soul to me? You're so, easy to look at So easy to hold It's so easy to touch you, honey But so hard to let go, oh all I know is It's so easy to want you That I, I can't get enough Tell me, why do you have to be Why do you have to be Tell me, tell me, tell me Why do you have to be Tell me, yeah Why do you have to be, so hard, to love.

When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new It always winds up feeling more like a job interview My momma used to wonder if she'd ever meet someone Who wouldn't find out about me and then turn around and run I met the man I call my dad when I was five years old He took my mom out to a movie and for once I got to go A few months later, I remember lying there in bed I overheard him pop the question and I prayed that she'd say yes And then, all of a sudden, oh it seemed so strange to me How we went from something's missing to a family Looking back, all I can say about all the things he did for me Is, I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be I met the girl that's now my wife about three years ago We had the perfect marriage, but we wanted something more Now here I stand surrounded by our family and friends Crowded 'round the nursery window as they bring the baby in And now, all of a sudden, oh it seems so strange to me How we've gone from something's missing to a family Looking through the glass, I think about the man that's standing next to me And I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be And looking back, all I can say about all the things he did for me Is, I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be Yeah, I hope I'm at least half the dad that he didn't have to be Because he didn't have to be You know he didn't have to be

You'd be so nice to come home to You'd be so nice by the fire While that breeze on night sings a lullaby You'd be all my heart could desire Under stars chilled by the winter Under an August moon shining above You'd be so nice you'd be paradise To come home to and love