You could have knocked me out with a feather 
I know you heard this all before, but were just [bad word] dreamers 
Wh-wh-why wont the world revolve around me? 
Build my dreams 
Trees grow all over the streets 

But I dont know much about classic cars 
But I got a lot of friends talking classic cold 
To see what, held, oh, high 
Media, please 

Lets hear it for Americas suitehearts 
I must confess 
Im in love with my own sins 
Lets hear it for Americas suitehearts 
I must confess 
Im in love with my own sins 

You can bow and pretend 
That you dont, dont, dont know youre a legend 
Time, time, time, has a toll 
Anyone else, yeah 
Let my love loose again 

But I dont know much about classic cars 
But I got a lot of friends talking classic cold 
To see what, held, oh, high 
Media, please 

Lets hear it for Americas suitehearts 
I must confess 
Im in love with my own sins 
Lets hear it for Americas suitehearts 
I must confess 
Im in love with my own sins 

You could have knocked me out with a feather 
I know you heard this all before 

Lets hear it for Americas suitehearts 
I must confess 
Im in love with my own sins 
Lets hear it for Americas suitehearts 
I must confess (I must confess) 
Im in love with my own sins 

Suitehearts, suitehearts, suitehearts (suitehearts)