Lyrics:
a young American
(Young American, young American, she wants the young American)
(All right)
But she wants the young American
Scanning life through
a young American
(Young American, young American, she wants the young American)
(All right)
But she wants the young American
Scanning life through
a young American
(Young American, young American, she wants the young American)
(All night)
But she wants the young American
All the way from
young and strong
Love brought joy and life brought pain
The emptiness of money and a name
After that, things got a little rough
In the American dream
Chicago chicago
Chicago
Chicago
It was Chicago, 1945 cubs lost that year
But Al Capone was found alive
They searched 40 days in the
Suburbs
Sirens chicago, Chicago, Chicago!
Chicago
It was Chicago 1945 cubs lost that year
But Al Capone was found alive
They searched forty days
In
this is the American Dream
Young girl, hustlin'
On the other side of the ocean
You can be anything at all
In America, America
I say, can't you see
Americans
Young Americans, young Americans
We are the young Americans (uh)
And it feels good, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright (alright)
To be a young American
understand
The American dream
Sweet American, American girls
Sweet American, American girls, ooh!
Sweet American, American girls
I'm telling you, Chicago
the young American
Young American, young American
She wants the young American all right
She wants the young American
Scanning life through the picture window
the universe
Speaking of darkness"
American, American
Real psychos right off the street
American, American
Come shed your blood all upon me
Blood bath, T-shirt
Only the Bulls
Only the Bulls
Only the one and only Chicago Bulls
Only the Bulls
Only the one and only
Only the Bulls
Only the Bulls
Only the one
(American girls) you know that I want you
(American girls) I've got to have you
Oh American girls
I've been to New York, Boston, L.A. & Chicago
From
American boy?
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (ooh, some day)
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay (I wanna see the Bay)
I really want
American boy?
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day (ooh, some day)
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay (I wanna see the Bay)
I really want
Young, wild, and free
American Made
American Made
Rock hard
Long and lean
American Made
American Made
He's always gonna be
American Made
He was destined
with you
You'll be my American boy
He said, "Hey Sister, it's really, really nice to meet you"
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type
Like
wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American
Scanning life
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
American
American
American
American Dream
This is America
American
American
American
American Dream
This is America
American Dream
American
American
sévère
Young savage, young savage, tu sais comment on opère (gars)
On est méchants, on est méchants, on les laisse morts, sur le corner
Regarde mes
and replied, "Why yes
But I prefer the term African American Express"
Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle,
the American Dream
Young girl, hustlin'
On the other side of the ocean
You can be anything at all
In America, America
I say, can't you see
Just close your eyes
We're an American band
We're an American band
We're coming to your town
We'll help you party it down
We're an American band
Four young chaquitas in Omaha
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