Pop-Punk Is Sooooo '05

If they could see you now
They would surely bow
In the honor of your presence, dear
You've come

The cameras blind your eye
Here's the big surprise
Flash never lasts
You've gotta pay your way back in

'Cause who you are, what you say
You're just a boy who's afraid of the dark
What you've got means shit to me
I'm not impressed by the dress
And the sex that just you bought

Oh-oh-oh, whoa
Oh-oh-oh, whoa, whoa
Oh-oh-oh, whoa
Oh-oh-oh, whoa, whoa

Bright city lights
And big-big city nights
Here the hand that feeds you bites you, dear
Fear not

Bless your troubled soul
But there's hope for all
For a bag of cash
You can always turn your profits in

'Cause who you are, what you say
You're just a boy who's afraid of the dark
What you've got means shit to me
I'm not impressed by the dress that you bought

Who you are, what you say
You're just a boy who's afraid of the dark
What you've got means shit to me
I'm not impressed by the dress
And the sex that just you bought

Oh-oh-oh, whoa
Oh-oh-oh, whoa, whoa
Oh-oh-oh, whoa
Oh-oh-oh, whoa, whoa

There's always room for somethin'
When nothing's next to you
Hotshot, grab on to somethin'
They're coming after you

Who you are, what you say
You're just a boy who's afraid of the dark
What you've got means shit to me

'Cause who you are, what you say
You're just a boy who's afraid of the dark
What you've got means shit to me
I'm not impressed by the dress
And the sex that just you bought

Oh-oh-oh, whoa
Oh-oh-oh, whoa, whoa
Oh-oh-oh, whoa
Oh-oh-oh, whoa, whoa



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Hollander, David Katz, Gabe Saporta
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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