Lyrics:
for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land
I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spire
I wandered to the valley
Sold American
Sold American
She's an American beauty
I'm an American psycho
She's an American beauty
I'm an American
I'm an American
American Psycho
I'm an American
I'm
seldom get
Only for Americans
Our finest art is in the Louvre
The ones the experts don't approve
Are only for Americans
We keep an artist by
If these walls came crumbling down
Fell so hard to make us lose our faith
From what's left you'd figure it out
Still make lemonade taste like
up my car working for a livin'.
Drive down to the sea shore lookin' at the pretty women.
I'm an American boy.
Drive me a chevy ain't got no
If these walls came crumbling down
Fell so hard to make us lose our faith
From what's left you'd figure it out
Still make lemonade taste like
about the destination
Of this great nation
Contact your American Honky-Tonk Bar Association
We're talkin' about your
Hard hat, gunrack, achin'-back
took my love then died that day
I played an American
From the skies, you can almost hear them cry
Tora! Tora! Tora!
In the town, they were going
never live like their parents have done
Their innocence shone like the sun
American hearts, so filled with emotion
American hearts, so easily broken
Daddy's world
She's an American girl
An American girl
Slow dance, second chance, Momma needs romance
And a live in maid
Fix the sink, mow the yard,
Yeah, these American nights
Lipstick painting on your baby's lips
Overtime working that graveyard shift
Corner booth kiss in a downtown bar
Kids
took my love then died that day
I played an American
From the skies, you can almost hear them cry
Tora! Tora! Tora!
In the town, they were going
The night's alive with wind and fire
We telegraph our heart's desire
Through the night with our eyes
Wheels are turnin' fast and hard
Hearts are
a young American
(Young American, young American, she wants the young American)
(All right)
But she wants the young American
Scanning life through
The night's alive with wind and fire
We telegraph our heart's desire through the night with our eyes.
Wheels are tuniing fast and hard
Hearts
to survive
For a holiday of working class
She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated.
She won't cooperate
She's the last of the American girls
She
She's an American beauty
I'm an American psycho
She's an American beauty
I'm an American, I'm an American
American Psycho
I'm an American, I'm
the destination
Of this great nation
It's called the American American honky-tonk bar association
It represents the hard hat, gun rack, achin' back, overtaxed,
Dear Till Family:
As a recording artist
I have always been interested in word play
My lyrics often reference people, places
And events in my music
a young American
(Young American, young American, she wants the young American)
(All night)
But she wants the young American
All the way from
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
a young American
(Young American, young American, she wants the young American)
(All right)
But she wants the young American
Scanning life through
On the tracks, he said to him
"I'm not a perfect man
I'd never claim to be
This life's so hard living
But loving you is so easy"
American Bollywood
He
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