All American Queen Ben Platt

[Verse 1]
He was born in the sticks right in the middle of fall
He wants to be a cheerleader, runs away from the ball
He's got a song in his heart and a collection of dolls
And there's a pale shade of pink on his bedroom walls

[Verse 2]
He's got a whole lot of friends and his jokes make 'em weak
He's got a dry sense of humor and a fabulous streak
Never stays in the dark 'cause he'd rather be free
So he can light up the room seven days a week

[Chorus]
He's a Coca-Cola sipping true and tried, stars and stripеs
Just a homegrown cowboy-kissing valentine
Sweet as applе pie
The brightest single sparkle that you've ever seen
Ooo baby and he's proud to be
Watch him dancing the American dream
A red-blooded all American queen

[Verse 3]
He grows up in the spring, takes his boy to the prom
No surprise that emotions get the best of his mom
When they crown him the king, make him the belle of the ball
He plants a kiss on his date as confetti falls