[Verse 1]
Poems until morning on a napkin scribbles at the bar
A girl with a guitar drops tears on her Zara blouse
Take your change and tie the Sizzling bundles in a knot
Trust me, don't cry and everything will be different
Everything will be like a fairy tale
[Chorus]
You sing so much that you blow your heads off
You'll wobble in the smoke and wake up at the bottom
Wake up, baby
You're for sale, you're for sale
You're selling out
You sing so much that you blow your heads off
You'll wobble in the smoke and wake up at the bottom
Wake up, baby
You're for salе, you're for sale
You sell
[Verse 2]
Out to Ex-girlfriеnds you won't call, you won't take backstage
They'll meet you one day in an ad on a packet of chips
On someone's clothes in the moshpit crumpled, on all the ATMs
You can safely support any format: cash and cards
[Chorus]
You sing so much that you blow your heads off
You'll wobble in the smoke and wake up at the bottom
Wake up, baby
You're for sale, you're for sale
You sell
You sing so much that you blow your heads off
You'll wobble in the smoke and Wake up at the bottom
Wake up, baby
You're for sale, you're for sale
You sell
[Bridge]
And there will be no empty seats in the hall
All purchased
By plane from simple yards
Away with it
And the stool will be erased
Which shows a three-year-old girl
Mother reads a poem
[Chorus]
You sing so much that you blow your heads off
You'll wobble in the smoke and wake up at the bottom
Wake up, baby
You're for sale, you're for sale
You sell
You sing so much that you blow your heads off
You'll wobble in the smoke and wake up at the bottom
Wake up, baby
You're for sale, you're for sale
You sell
[Outro]
You're for sale, you're for sale
You're for sale, you're for sale
You're selling out