Americana

And we sing feelin free
Got our backs against the tree at the park
Where we left our mark
She likes the pop scene
And flowers over seas of green and I swear
She's in love with me

But she don't like my Americana
But she don't like my Americana
And that's alright

And when it's gettin late
I see the street lights light up the lake where I met you
And when we set sail
I'm bringing bottles of wine and stories to tell how I met you

But she don't like my Americana
But she don't like my Americana
And she don't like my Americana
And she don't like my Americana

And those fireworks light up your eyes
And those fireworks light up your eyes



Credits
Writer(s): Simon Shah
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