I’ve got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch

You’ll never catch us
So just let me be
I said I’ll be fine ‘till the hospital or American Embassy
Ms. Flack, said I still want you back, yeah
Ms. Flack, said I still want you back

I’ve got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch

And all I can think of is the way
I’m the one who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you

They say the captain goes down with the ship
So when the world ends
Will God go down with it?
Ms. Flack, said I still want you back, yeah
Ms. Flack, said I still want you back

I’ve got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch

And all I can think of is the way
I’m the one who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

What a catch, what a catch
What a catch, what a catch

Elvis Costello:
I will never end up like him
Behind my back I already am
Keep a calendar
This way you will always know

I said,
I’ve got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch

And all I can think of is the way
I’m the one who charmed the one
Who gave up on you
Who gave up on you

Gabe Saporta:
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman
Maybe he won’t find out what I know
You were the last good thing about this part of town

Travis McCoy:
We’re going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging
I’ll be your number one with a bullet
loaded [bad word]  [bad word] it and pull it

Brendon Urie:
Dance, Dance
We’re falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you’d love to lead
Dance, this is the way they’d love
If they knew how misery loved me

Doug Neumann:
This ain’t a scene, it’s a [bad word] arms race
This ain’t a scene, it’s a [bad word] arms race

Alex DeLeon:
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren’t so great
He tastes like you, only sweeter

William Beckett:
Growing up, growing up…

I’ve got troubled thoughts
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch