so american
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 all this up
I might just be in la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la
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 all this up
I might just be in la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, 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 all this up
I might just be in la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la
(Okay) stop it, ah (come on, oh, ah)
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 all this up
I might just be in la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la
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 all this up
I might just be in la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, 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 all this up
I might just be in la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la, la
(Okay) stop it, ah (come on, oh, ah)
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Nigro, Olivia Rodrigo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.