WTC #7

Everything was going fine

I thought that you were mine

And then I read your e-mail

I read between the lines

Feeling paranoid

I heard you'd got another boy

Are you pulling me down

Cuz the facts dont compound

World Trade Center #7 (seven)

Trade Center #7, whoa

World Trade Center #7 (seven)

Trade Center #7, whoa

Tinted windows on your van

Now you got that spray-on tan

What will I find when I go through your purse

Steve and Charlie's numbers or something worse?

Got me hidin' under my bed

I got aluminum foil around my head

I read it on a blog I found,

Said I'm going down

World Trade Center #7 (seven)

Trade Center #7, whoa

World Trade Center #7 (seven)

Trade Center #7, whoa

I don't wanna go down... for no good reason

Baby don't you pull me down... for no good reason, no

World Trade Center #7 (don't wanna go down)

Trade Center #7

World Trade Center #7 (don't wanna go down)

Trade Center #7, whoa

World Trade Center #7 (don't wanna go down)

Trade Center #7 (I don't wanna go down)

World Trade Center #7 (don't wanna go down)

Trade Center #7, oh! (Baby don't you pull me down)

World Trade Center #7 (don't wanna go down)

Trade Center #7, whoa (I don't wanna go down)

World Trade Center #7 (don't wanna go down)

Trade Center #7, whoa (Baby don't you pull me down)

I don't wanna go down