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
When 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 **** up
I might just be in
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
When 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 **** 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 love
I think I'm in love
When 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 **** up
I might just be in
lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo love
Okay
Stop it
Come on
Ah