Lyrics:

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

[Chorus]

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-lo-love

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

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