I can't explain it, but you're gonna love this So crazy outrageous, simply unstoppable Blah, yeah, simple Honey, I'm a fine boy, no pimples I've done deja-vu with the dimples And fuckin' everybody wants me on their single My mom 44 years with no wrinkles

You're sleeping, son, I know But, really, this can't wait I wanted to explain Before it gets too late For your mother and me Love has finally died This is no happy home But God knows how I've tried

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

Oh baby, baby I (baby I) All I'm tryna say is you're my everything baby The words don't ever come out right I get all tongue tied (and twisted) I can't explain what I'm feeling And I say baby, baby Baby (baby I) Oh baby, oh baby, my baby (baby I)

What is this feeling? What is this feeling I have in my heart for you? Ah, baby, oh baby Is one of the things I can't explain to you And that's how I feel about you You kissing me a thousand times Slowly driving me out of my mind, oh ho, baby, yeah I'm

I think my dad's gone crazy There's really nothin' else to say, I, I can't explain it A little help from Hailie Jade, won't you tell 'em baby There's nothin' you could do or say that could ever change me There's no one on earth that can save me, not even

There's a secret place I like to go Everyone is there but their face don't show If you get inside you can't get out There's no coming back, I hear them shout Welcome to my hide away, my secret place How I arrived I can't explain You're welcome to, if you

There's nothing to lose There's nothing to gain When no one knows your name But the days don't seem to change My notebook will explain And I can't fight the pain Need more friends with wings All the angels I know Put concrete in my veins

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled