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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeYoung Americans
They pulled in just behind the bridgeHe lays her down, he frowns"gee my life's a funny thingI still too young? "He kissed her then and thereShe took his ring, took his babiesIt took him minutes, took her nowhereHeaven knows, she'd have taken anything, butAll nightShe wants the young americanYoung american, young americanShe wants the young americanAll rightShe wants the young americanScanning life through the picture windowsShe finds the slinky vagabondHe coughs as he passes her ford mustang, butHeaven forbid, she'll take anythingBut the freak, and his type, all for nothingHe misses a step and cuts his hand, butShowing nothing, he swoops like a songShe cries "; where have all papa's heroes gone? "All nightShe wants the young americanYoung american, young americanShe wants the young americanAll rightShe wants the young americanAll the way from washingtonHer bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor"we live for just these twenty yearsDo we have to die for the fifty more? "All nightHe wants the young americanYoung american, young americanHe wants the young americanAll rightHe wants the young americanDo you remember, your president nixon?Do you remember, the bills you have to payOr even yesterday?Have you been an un-american?Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'boutLeather, leather everywhere, andNot a myth left from the ghettoWell, well, well, would you carry a razorIn case, just in case of depressionSit on your hands on a bus of survivorsBlushing at all the afro-sheenersAin't that close to love?Well, ain't that poster love?Well, it ain't that barbie dollHer heart's been broken just like you haveAndAll nightYou want the young americanYoung american, young americanYou want the young americanAll rightYou want the young americanYou ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustlerA pimp's got a cadi and a lady's got a chryslerBlack's got respect, and white's got his soul trainMama's got cramps, and look at your hands acheI heard the news today, oh boyI got a suite and you got defeatAin't there a man you can say no more?And, ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?Ain't there one damn song that can make meBreak down and cry?All nightI want the young americanYoung american, young americanI want the young americanAll rightI want the young americanYoung americanYoung american, young americanI want the young american(I want with you, I want with you want)All right(you want it, I want you you, you want I, I want you want)Young american, young americanI want the young american(I want to want, to want, to want, to want I, I want you)All right(lord I wanted the young american)(young american)Young american, young americanI want the young american
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