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 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'll 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-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'll 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 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? 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'll 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-love (Okay, come on, ah) Stop it, ah