Tiffany Blews

I'm not a crybaby
I'm the crybaby
A caterpillar that got stuck
Mr. Moth come quick with any luck
A long walk to a dark ho-ho-house
A roman candle heart keep us far apart
I'm cocktail party doing all right
Hate me baby, maybe I'm a piece of art

Oh my friends all lie and say
They only want the best wishes from me
Oh 3-2-1, 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)
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)

I can make your heart slow
I can feel the weather in my bones
Wish hard enough I could turn it to what I like
Your pupils (big) big (roll) they're rolling like dice

They say
They only want the best wishes from me (They only want the best from me)
Oh 3-2-1, 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)
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)

Not the boy I was the boy I am is just venting venting
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

They say
They only want the best wishes from me (They only want the best from me)
Oh 3-2-1, 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)
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)



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman, Peter Wentz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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