Songtexte: Cobra Starship. Hot Mess. The Scene Is Dead.

I'm not playin' this game no more
I'm out of medicine
So call the medics

You're always dumb as you were before
Don't ask me questions
I won't explain it

It should be fun but it's getting old
I took my medicine
(Be your favorite man)

You think you understand but you don't
You've got no idea at all
And in between the sentence there's still a semblance
Intelligently screwed

Oh yeah, it's alright
Cause I got a pretty face,
I guess that I can sing alright
H-oh yeah, it's alright
I can love you like a sailor
I can make you dance all night.

Maybe you'll understand when I'm gone
But you have no idea at all that in this very second,
I've never mentioned the dreams I keep from you.

H-oh yeah, it's alright
Cause I got a pretty face,

I guess that I can sing alright
H-oh yeah, it's aright
I can love you like a sailor
I can make you dance all night.

Oh yeah, it's alright
Cause I got a pretty face,
I guess that I can sing alright
I can be your favorite man

Don't mean to sound like a rotten boy,
For all my blessings, I'm surely greatful
Cause I'm the dream you've been waiting for
I've always dreamt that I'd be your favorite

H-oh yeah, it's alright
Cause I got a pretty face,
I guess that I can sing alright
H-oh yeah, it's aright
I can love you like a sailor
I can make you dance all night.

H-oh yeah, it's alright
Cause I got a pretty face,
I guess that I can sing alright
I can be your favorite man