All this, for all your lovers
And your kids
You might not like it
And might call me a bitch
This, for all you sinners
Saved by saints
God bless the madness of the fifty states
There's all you dreamers
Who dream in bed
Where are you going when you lay your head?
All you mothers can't believe your eyes
Pull up the covers
And make it a night on the floor
With you all night
Spend a night on the floor
On the other side
Oh, this
For all you people who want what's mine
I'm on my knees just tell me where I sign
There all you teachers, under your desks
I can't believe they haven't cleaned up that mess
Oh no
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh, oh
Let's spend a night on the floor
With you all night
Let's spend a night on the floor
On the other side
I'm just trying to let go
And I pick up the phone
But it keeps letting me know
I'm not here on my own
My own, my own, my own, my own
