Tiffany Blews Songtext / Lyric

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 ha-ha-house

A roman candle heart keep us far apart

I'm 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

Oh 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 (little hot mess)

And oh baby you're a classic

Like a little black dress

But you'll be faded soon

Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)






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) big (roll) they're rolling like dice



They say They only want the best wishes from me (They only want the best from me)

Oh 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 (little hot mess)

And oh baby you're a classic

Like a little black dress

But you'll be faded soon

Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)



Not the boy I was the boy I am is just venting venting

Dear gravity, you held me down in this 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 (They only want the best from me)

Oh 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 (little hot mess)

And oh baby you're a classic

Like a little black dress

But you'll be faded soon

Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess)