Paroles
All the good men go to jail
All the bad ones work in sales
I'm a loser, can't you tell?
In the museum, basically Behind the glass, you built a key
All the perverts in their seats clawing at the seams
I only follow God when he's hangin on her necklace
Between her tits, I wanna be the boy
That you call when you're helpless
Help you into a ditch
We are so romantic
Sometimes I think you hate my guts
She is so dramatic
And I'm so in love
So in love
We are
We are
Everybody wants my baby
Everybody wants my baby
Everybody wants my baby
Everybody wants my baby
I only follow God when he's hanging on her necklace
Between her tits I wanna be the boy that you call
When you're helpless
Help you into a ditch
We are so romantic
Sometimes I think you hate my guts
She is so dramatic
And I'm so in love
So in love
We are
We are
So in love
We are
We are
Everybody wants my baby
Everybody wants my baby
Everybody wants my baby
Everybody wants my baby
We are so romantic
Sometimes I think you hate my guts
She is so dramatic
And I'm so in love
So in love
We are
We are
Writer(s): Henry Morris
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