The TV? s blaring, the radio is turned up loud Maybe then I? ll sleep well, maybe then I? ll drown you out Don? t want to think much I don? t want to reminisce 'Cause love songs and poems have all lead, they? ve all led me to this It? s dangerous to be sleeping alone And it? s way, way, way It? s way to cold to be at home I? ve locked up tightly I must say I? ve had my doubts 'Cause they will kick and they will scream But there? s no way they? re ever getting out They breathed fresh air once, a long time, a long time ago And now stuck up inside my head, how they ever gonna grow? It? s dangerous, to be sleeping alone And it? s way, way, way It? s way to cold to be at home And I am what I am, yes I am what I am It ain? t that bad What I? m trying to say here is not worth It? s not worth your time I? m just a lonely, a lonely love sick boy with my rhyme It? s dangerous to be sleeping alone And it? s way, way, way It? s way to cold to be at home And I am what I am, yes I am what I am It ain? t that bad And even the toughest white boy Yes, even the baddest white boy He still gets sad