It's like I'm in the canteen
Sixteen, with nothing to say
Your fucking boyfriend looks up
So I look back down at my tray
I'm sure he takes your breath away
In fact I know because you told me so
I guess I'm good enough for soundcheck but I never catch the show
I'm wise to what I am to you
Miles, miles away from having you right here on this table
Your eyes in mine
I wanna be your everything, all the time
I wanna be your everything, all the time
Ah, Jesus Christ, I want you
I'll take a ticket, I'll get in line
To be your everything, all the time
I wanna be your last name
I wanna be your dirty dream
I wanna be your shoelace, your necklace
The seam on your jeans
Your end, your means
Dress you head to toe
Dream a dream forever, never ever let it go
Hold on to it forever and never ever let you know
That I wanna be your everything, all the time
I wanna be your everything, all the time
Ah, Jesus Christ, I want you
I'll take a ticket, I'll get in line
To be your everything, all the time
And you could be my everything, all the time
You make me feel like music
I don't wanna be a sad boy
I wanna be your fucking bad boy
Oh, I'm not a sad boy
You make me feel like music
I wanna dance my life away
I wanna be your everything, all the time
Ah, Jesus Christ, I want you
I'll take a ticket, I'll get in line
To be your everything, all the time
And you could be my everything, all the time
Oh, we could be everything, all the time