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Fall Out Boy
Tiffany Blews Lyrics

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 house
A Roman candle heart keep us far apart
I’m a 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
4-3-2-1, 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
A little hot mess, woah, woah

Oh baby, you’re a classic
Like a little black dress
You’ll be faded soon
Stuck on a little hot mess
A little hot mess, woah, woah

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 rolling like dice

They say
They only want the best wishes from me
4-3-2-1, 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
A little hot mess, woah, woah

And oh baby, you’re a classic
Like a little black dress
But you’ll be faded soon
Stuck on a little hot mess
A little hot mess, woah, woah

Not the boy I was, the boy I am is just venting venting
Dear gravity, you held me down in a 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
4-3-2-1, 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
A little hot mess, woah, woah

And oh baby, you’re a classic
Like a little black dress
But you’ll be faded soon
Stuck on a little hot mess
A little hot mess, woah, woah

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