Oh, this for you all lovers and your kids You might not like it and might call me a bitch This for all you sinners saved by saints God bless the madness of the 50 states This, all you dreamers who dream in bed Where are you going when you lay your head? All you mothers can't believe your eyes Pull up the covers and make it A night on the floor With you all night Spend a night on the floor On the other side Oh, this for all you people who want what's mine I'm on my knees, just tell me where I sign And all you teachers under your desks I can't believe they haven't cleaned up that mess, oh no Oh, oh, oh Oh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh, oh Let's spend a night on the floor With you all night Let's spend a night on the floor With the other side Yeah, I'm just tryna let go And not pick up the phone But it keeps letting me know I'm not here on my own, my own, my own, my own, my own