American Boy Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox (Ft. Amber Woodhouse)

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Would you be my love, my love?
Would you be my love, my love?
Could you be my love, my love?
You'll be my American boy

He said "Hey, sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya"
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type
I like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans
But I'mma like what's underneath them
And no I ain't been to M.I.A
I heard that Cali never rains and New York's heart awaits
First let's see the west end, I'll show you to my brethrеn
I'm liking this American boy, American

Take mе on a trip, I'd like to go someday
Take me to New York, I'd love to see L.A
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy, American boy

Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping, baby, then we'll go to a café
Let's go on the subway, take me to your hood
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Sneakers looking fresh to death, I'm loving those Shell Toes
Walking that walk, talk that slick talk
Liking this American boy