Oh, this ferrari lovers and your kids You might not like it, I might call me a This for all you sinners, saved by saints God bless the madness of the fifteen states There's 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 and make it a night on the floor With you all night, spend the 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'm signing Are you teachers, or do you dance? I can't believe they haven't cleaned up that mess, oh no Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Let's spend the night on the floor With you all night, let's spend the night on the floor On the other side And I'm just trying to let go And I pick up the phone But it keeps letting me know That I'm not here on my own, my own, my own, my own Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh