[Chorus]
Oh Roxy, don't you love me?
Is it because I’m American?
Maybe it's because I don't grope you and your friends
Like the fool behind you now dancing halfway down your pants
[Verse 1]
Somewhere near the border of Spain and France
A bottle of bad red wine in my head
Sixty francs to look like a fool and dance
Mechanics understand not what I said
Thinkin’ bout the time that I had, how sad
Her one-word shirt describes my plight in red
And her name
Is a reoccurring theme
[Verse 2]
Start a move that evеryone knows, the awkward pose
And in thе meantime, her eyes finding me
Reluctantly I start the approach, her eyes, they glow
But it's not glee, it's fear, that's why she flees
Sing of girls I wish that I knew
Her eyes rung true, her one-word shirt now stabbing, sparkling blue
And her name
Is a barely flickering flame
Oh Roxy, don't you love me?
Is it because I’m American?
Maybe it's because I don't grope you and your friends
Like the fool behind you now dancing halfway down your pants
[Verse 1]
Somewhere near the border of Spain and France
A bottle of bad red wine in my head
Sixty francs to look like a fool and dance
Mechanics understand not what I said
Thinkin’ bout the time that I had, how sad
Her one-word shirt describes my plight in red
And her name
Is a reoccurring theme
[Verse 2]
Start a move that evеryone knows, the awkward pose
And in thе meantime, her eyes finding me
Reluctantly I start the approach, her eyes, they glow
But it's not glee, it's fear, that's why she flees
Sing of girls I wish that I knew
Her eyes rung true, her one-word shirt now stabbing, sparkling blue
And her name
Is a barely flickering flame
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