Drivin' on the right-side roadHe says I'm pretty wearin' his clothesAnd he's got hands that make Hell seem coldFeet on the dashboard,He's like a poem I wish I wroteI wish I wroteAnd he laughs at all my jokesAnd he says I'm so AmericanOh, God, it's just not fair of himTo make me feel this muchI'd go anywhere he goesAnd he says I'm so AmericanOh, God, I'm gonna marry himIf he keeps this shit upI might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-loveGod, I'm so boring and I'm so rudeCan't have a conversation if it's not all about youThe way you dress and the books you readI really love my bed, but, man,It's hard to sleep when he's with meWhen he's with meAnd he laughs at all my jokesAnd he says I'm so AmericanOh, God, it's just not fair of himTo make me feel this muchI'd go anywhere he goesAnd he says I'm so AmericanOh, God, I'm gonna marry himIf he keeps this shit upI might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-loveI apologize if it's a little too much,Just a little too soonBut if the conversation ever were to come upI don't wanna assume this stuffBut ain't it wrong?I think I'm in loveAnd he laughs at all my jokesAnd he says I'm so AmericanOh, God, it's just not fair of himTo make me feel this muchI'd go anywhere he goesAnd he says I'm so AmericanOh, God, I'm gonna marry himIf he keeps this shit upI might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love(Okay, come on, ah) Stop it, ah
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Drivin' on the right-side road
He says I'm pretty wearin' his clothes
And he's got hands that make Hell seem cold
Feet on the dashboard,
He's like a poem I wish I wrote
I wish I wrote
And he laughs at all my jokes
And he says I'm so American
Oh, God, it's just not fair of him
To make me feel this much
I'd go anywhere he goes
And he says I'm so American
Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him
If he keeps this shit up
I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love
God, I'm so boring and I'm so rude
Can't have a conversation if it's not all about you
The way you dress and the books you read
I really love my bed, but, man,
It's hard to sleep when he's with me
When he's with me
And he laughs at all my jokes
And he says I'm so American
Oh, God, it's just not fair of him
To make me feel this much
I'd go anywhere he goes
And he says I'm so American
Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him
If he keeps this shit up
I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love
I apologize if it's a little too much,
Just a little too soon
But if the conversation ever were to come up
I don't wanna assume this stuff
But ain't it wrong?
I think I'm in love
And he laughs at all my jokes
And he says I'm so American
Oh, God, it's just not fair of him
To make me feel this much
I'd go anywhere he goes
And he says I'm so American
Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him
If he keeps this shit up
I might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love
(Okay, come on, ah) Stop it, ah
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