(lyrics are written by Pete Wentz)

You could have knocked me out with a (feather)
I know you heard this all before, but were just hell’s dreamers
Wh-wh-why won’t the world revolve around me?
Build my dreams, trees grow all over the streets

But I don’t know much about classic cars
But I got a lot of friends talking classic cars
Down set, one, hut, hut, hike
Media, please

Let’s hear it for America’s Suitehearts
But I must confess
I’m in love with my own sins
Let’s hear it for America’s Suitehearts
But I must confess
I’m in love with my own sins

You can bow and pretend
That you don’t, don’t, don’t know you’re a legend
Time, time, time hasn’t told anyone else yet
Let my love loose again

But I don’t know much about classic cars
But I got a lot of friends talking classic cars
Down set, one, hut, hut, hike
Media, please

Let’s hear it for America’s Suitehearts
But I must confess
I’m in love with my own sins
Let’s hear it for America’s Suitehearts
But I must confess
I’m in love with my own sins

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

Let’s hear it for America’s Suitehearts
But I must confess
I’m in love with my own sins
Let’s hear it for America’s Suitehearts
But I must confess (I must confess)
I’m in love with my own sins

Let’s hear it
Oh, let’s hear it
Let’s hear it
Oh, let’s hear it
Suitehearts


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Thanks to (Claire Keegan) for correcting these lyrics. Dec 27, 2008