[Adam Levine] My heart's a stereo It beats for you, so listen close Hear my thoughts in every note Make me your radio Turn me up when you feel low This
My life's these yellow lines, concrete and parliament butts Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks Load in, sound check, play show
I'll kill it, I don't give a fuck (Travis talking) Traded in my hollow words for jelly-filled verbs And 5 pound pronouns and predicate, this is Schlep
You told me it's the truth but I'm still afraid I'm not the one that would jump the gun If I had proof I'd take off my shades And be blinded by the sun
This is not novelty This is nothing delicate This is the result of your Google search For something relevant Stake claim immediately 'Cause hot products
Thank you. You know exactly who you are You played the role of superglue When I was falling apart Through all the papercuts And all the broken hearts
My heart is on my sleeve Wear it like a bruise or blackeye My badge, my witness That means that i believed Every single lie you said Cause every pain
We make mistakes, we love, we hate We're not angry anymore though Still miss you, still love you Like a slug hates salt and we're still your heroes
Ooo, hey, well, I'll be damned I've been around the world and back again From Japan and Amsterdam With a ticket in my hand, singing Catch me if you can
Yo, My morning showers like a rebirth; reflections of the womb Crazy sentimental floatin' in lukewarm placental Now I chop a burden on the sink trying
Listen, babe, I think it's time for me to come clean I mean I haven't been the most faithful And I don't know how else to say this plain and simple I
I like girls They like me They look so good In they seven jeans Want you to be the one And my only I want to be faithful But I can?t keep my hands out
Ba ba da da, ba ba da da Ba ba da da, ba ba da da, ba ba da da Take a look at my girlfriend She's the only one I got (Ba ba da da) Not much of a girlfriend
My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment butts Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks Load in, sound check, play show
(You!) Who are you? You have no talent. You're a bad juggler. You can't walk the high wire. You can't tame a tiger. Then I'll be a clown like my grandfather
All press is good press, kids So if you wanna see us gone Then I suggest you keep our name out of your headlines Unless you wanna mess that is Your best
