I'll let you sleep but you know it that I gotta go

Gotta make some change

I'ma fill the sea this storm inside of me

I'll kick it out the window

'Cause your mum is in the front room

You don't want her to see

That don't bother me

Don't she know that you're a freak?

I'm going

Make it my own show and

Preach it from the bar right down the street

Lord, help me to my feet

Time could change but I'll give you my number

I could stay forever as your motel boy

Keep the change 'cause I've been getting lesser

I could stay forever as your hotel boy

Get some good chains and thе dresses you wear

At thе old place I can wait on you there

Time could change but I'll give you my number

I know that you wanted me to stay

But you know, it's not okay

God at times, you don't even look older

You're on my jeans, can you please roll over?

'Cause your mum is in the front room

You don't want her to see

That don't bother me

Don't she know that you're a freak?

I'm going

Make it my own show and

Preach it from the bar right down the street

Lord, help me to my feet

Time could change but I'll give you my number

I could stay forever as your motel boy

Keep the change 'cause I've been getting lesser

I could stay forever as your hotel boy

Get some good chains and the dresses you wear

At the old place I can wait on you there

Time could change but I'll give you my number

I know that you wanted me to stay

But you know, it's not okay

God at times, you don't even look older

You're on my jeans, can you please roll over?