You could have knocked me out with a feather I know you heard this all before, but were just hells dreamers Wh-wh-why wont the world revolve around me? Build my dreams Trees grow all over the streets
But I dont know much about classic cars But I got a lot of friends talking classic cold To see what, held, oh, high Media, please
Lets hear it for Americas sweethearts I must confess Im in love with my own sins Lets hear it for Americas sweethearts I must confess Im in love with my own sins
You can bow and pretend That you dont, dont, dont know youre a legend Time, time, time, has a toll Anyone else, yeah Let my love loose again
But I dont know much about classic cars But I got a lot of friends talking classic cold To see what, held, oh, high Media, please
Lets hear it for Americas sweethearts I must confess Im in love with my own sins Lets hear it for Americas sweethearts I must confess Im in love with my own sins
You could have knocked me out with a feather I know you heard this all before
Lets hear it for Americas sweethearts I must confess Im in love with my own sins Lets hear it for Americas sweethearts I must confess (I must confess) Im in love with my own sins