I feel lovely
To live in a bachelors pad
I feel lucky
But its not my choice to feel bad
Its not weary
No matter how sad that I roll
Cause here by your side
I’m so pious and kind
Oh i love your stadium soul

I’ve been nervous
I love you too much my dear
Its not murder
But thank you for waiting five years
What’s so impressive
its there is no doubt in my mind

Ill just say
I get by with your way
Oh its such a beautiful crime

Love you till I’m ninety-nine

I have to be affected
I had to be the [bad word] 
Who tries to be smart
I had to be obsessive
In [bad word] 
In the effort of playing my part
So don’t relax me
Mr Gatsby
And leave thy bachelors home

Cause
Here by your side
I’m so pious and kind
Oh i love your stadium soul