Texty: Fall Out Boy. Folie à Deux. America’s Suitehearts.

You could knocked me out with a feather
I know you heard this all before, but we're just hells dreamers
Why won't the world revolve around me?
Build my dreams, trees grow all over the streets

But I don't know much about classic cars
But I got a lot of friends talking classic cold
To see what, hut, hut, hike, media, blitz

Let's hear it for Americas suitehearts
I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins
Let's hear it for Americas suitehearts
I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins

You can bow and pretend
That you don't, don't know you're a legend
Time, time, time, has a toll anyone else, yeah
Let my love lose again

But I don't know much about classic cars
But I got a lot of friends talking classic cold
To see what, hut, hut, hike, media, blitz

Let's hear it for Americas suitehearts
I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins
Let's hear it for Americas suitehearts
I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins

You could have knocked me out with a feather
I know you heard this all before

Let's hear it for Americas suitehearts
I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins
Let's hear it for Americas suitehearts
I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins

Suitehearts, suitehearts, suitehearts, suitehearts