Tiffany Blews

Album: Folie à Deux (2008)
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  • I'm not a cry baby
    I'm the cry baby
    A caterpillar that got stuck
    Mr. Moth come quick with any luck
    A long walk to a dark house
    A Roman candle heart keep us far apart
    I've got your body doing alright
    Hate me baby, maybe I'm a piece of art

    Oh, my friends all lie and say
    They only want the best wishes for me
    Oh, three, two, one
    We go live

    Oh, baby you're a classic
    Like a little black dress
    You're a faded moon
    Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
    Whoa, whoa
    And oh, baby you're a classic
    Like a little black dress
    But you'll be faded soon
    Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
    Whoa, whoa

    I can make your heart slow
    I can feel the weather in my bones
    Wish hard enough, I can turn it to what I like
    Your pupils they're big
    They're rolling like dice
    They say they only want the best wishes for me
    (They only want the best for me)
    Oh, three, two, one
    We go live

    Oh, baby you're a classic
    Like a little black dress
    You're a faded moon
    Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
    Whoa, whoa
    And oh, baby you're a classic
    Like a little black dress
    But you'll be faded soon
    Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
    Whoa, whoa

    Not the boy I was
    The boy I am is just venting, venting
    Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city
    Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city

    Not the boy I was
    The boy I am is just venting, venting
    Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city
    Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city

    They say they only want the best wishes for me
    (They only want the best for me)
    Oh, three, two, one
    We go live

    Oh, baby you're a classic
    Like a little black dress
    You're a faded moon
    Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
    Whoa, whoa
    And oh, baby you're a classic
    Like a little black dress
    But you'll be faded soon
    Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)
    Whoa, whoa

    Whoa, whoa Writer/s: ANDREW HURLEY, JOSEPH TROHMAN, PATRICK STUMP, PETER WENTZ
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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