Oh this for all you lovers and your kids
You might not like it
Might call me a bitch
This for all you sinners
Saved by saints
God bless the madness of the 50 states
This 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 & 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

And all you teachers under your desks
I can't believe they haven't cleaned up their mess, oh no

Let's spend the night on the floor
With you all night
Let's spend the night on the floor
With the other side

Yeah, I'm just trying to let go
And not pick up the phone
But it keeps letting me know
I'm not here on my own

My own
My own
My own