The After Party

You born bad, I am the after party Skeptic threat, you moved to San Francisco Now, I want it all You wanted extra money I lost it all I lost it all Now I know, it's good to be alone It's good to be alone It's so good to be alone My surprise, who thought you had my baseball I lost sight, and my God came and fixed me You know, I had it all, it didn't suit me I had it all, I had it all Now I know that I hate to be alone I hate to be alone Oh I hate to be alone It's so good to be alone Oh I need to be alone Oh I need to be alone Oh I need to be alone Oh I need to be alone It's so good to be alone It's so good to be alone