Letra de At the hop

Put me in your suitcase
Let me help you pack
´Cause you´re never coming back
No, you´re never coming back

Cook me in your breakfast
And put me on your plate
´Cause you know I taste great
Yeah, you know I taste great

At the hop, it´s greaseball heaven
With candy pants and Archie too

Put me in your dry dream
Or put me in your wet
If you haven´t yet
No, if you haven´t yet

Light me with your candle
And watch the flames grow high
No, it doesn´t have to try
It doesn´t have to try

Well, I won´t stop all of my pretending
That you´ll come home
You´ll be coming home, someday soon

Put me in your blue skies
Or put me in your gray
There´s gotta be someway
There´s gotta be someway

Put me in your tongue tie
Make it hard to say
That you ain´t gonna stay
That you ain´t gonna stay

Wrap me in your marrow
Stuff me in your bones
Sing a mending moan
A song to bring you home