There’s a Ken doll in the back seat of my car; He’s been demoted from passenger. My parents bought him for me one Christmas as a joke – “Ken Perfect” they called him… The boyfriend that will always listen with a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eye. I thought it was a cute token of my single-ness, But of course it didn’t last. The men came and went, And poor Ken roasted through the summer And froze through the winter. Always with a smile on his face And a sparkle in his eye. Why is it that nice guys Always finish last?