Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God Oh eat me up for breakfast You think you look good In whatever they sugar coat you in And my body is a temple You can worship at my feet But I might kick you in the teeth so So even when you're spitting blood You would savor that for me
Cause I got so down I held the world for ransom Lonely, bored and bad Thank God I'm handsome, so handsome
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I know I should be pickin' up the pieces But it doesn't really matter, it's what you got When you got nothin' to lose Everybody else I know, it sucks to be in misery As if it was contagious So come to me and promise me You'll catch me if you can
Cause I got so down I held the world for ransom Lonely, bored and bad, thank God I'm handsome I'm as awful as they come, oh, what a pity So thank the Lord above that I am pretty, so pretty So pretty So pretty
Well, I got so down I held the world for ransom Lonely, bored and bad Thank God I'm handsome Arresting, repossessing and disarming Oh, what a stroke of luck that I am charming Well, I heard that I am wanted by committee I just thank the Lord above that I am pretty, so pretty
Compositores: Arni Hjorvar Arnason (The Vaccines) (PRS), Cole Marsden Greif Neill (SESAC), Freddie Clayton Cowan (The Vaccines) (PRS), Justin James Hayward-young (The Vaccines) (PRS), Peter Gareth Christopher Robertson (The Vaccines) (PRS)Editores: Beggars Music Limited (PRS), Kmr Ii Gt Publishing Limited (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #20924750 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM