Tiffany Blews lyrics

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

• Artist:Fall Out Boy
• Album:Folie à Deux