Lyrics
While people with great big fat ba s, while people with great big fat ba s, why does no one come here to save me
Why won t anybody stay, you don t come by no more
i can t take me out
Why does no one come here to save me, why won t anybody stay Coulton, i think i found it
and i drink all i make
six in the morning
Six in the morning, you don t say nothing that makes me think i ll ever get out of here Coulton, you don t come by no more
And i drink all i make, if there was a hell that was meant for me, and it s nobody s fault
Why does no one come here to save me, and i drink all i make
they move and they shake
and i drink all i make
why does no one come here to save me
why does no one come here to save me
someone who s better
I run the god damned pretzel store at buckingham mall, you don t come by no more Her, while people with great big fat ba s
why does no one come here to save me
i think i found it
I knot them up tightly, why does no one come here to save me
Cause i ve got it in my head that maybe you could be her, watch them bake
Why won t anybody stay, i can t take me out, and rub in the salt
I can t do nothing, here on the east wing s second floor i m belle of the ball
I can t do nothing, why does no one come here to save me
Here on the east wing s second floor i m belle of the ball, they move and they shake
and rub in the salt
I can t take me out, why won t anybody stay Coulton, you don t say nothing that makes me think i ll ever get out of here
Why does no one come here to save me, why won t anybody stay Be, i can t take me out
Cause i ve got it in my head that maybe you could be her, why does no one come here to save me
why does no one come here to save me
They move and they shake, why won t anybody stay
Why does no one come here to save me, cause i ve got it in my head that maybe you could be her, i can t take me out
and rub in the salt
I run the god damned pretzel store at buckingham mall, and rub in the salt, why won t anybody stay
six in the morning
Why does no one come here to save me, you don t come by no more, i can t dress me up
you never wear that sweater i like
i run the god damned pretzel store at buckingham mall
Why does no one come here to save me, here on the east wing s second floor i m belle of the ball You, i can t dress me up
why won t anybody stay
I think i found it, cause i ve got it in my head that maybe you could be her
cause i ve got it in my head that maybe you could be her
I run the god damned pretzel store at buckingham mall, and i drink all i make
and it s nobody s fault
if there was a hell that was meant for me
But at night i could swear that i m someone else, and it s nobody s fault
i can t take me out
Why does no one come here to save me, and i drink all i make
and rub in the salt
Why won t anybody stay, six in the morning
and it s nobody s fault
Why does no one come here to save me, and it s nobody s fault
you don t say nothing that makes me think i ll ever get out of here
While people with great big fat ba s, i can t dress me up, watch them bake