With love, love One day we'll look at the past 'Cause one day we're gonna come back And laugh at it all One day we're gonna come back And relive those thoughts (Love, love) Like a scene from the past

We are the new Americana High on legal marijuana Raised on Biggie and Nirvana Survival of the richest The city's ours until the fall They're Monaco and Hamptons bound But we don't feel like outsiders at all Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles Just what

She's the last of the American girls She puts her makeup on Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland She's got her little book of conspiracies Right in her hand She will come in first For the end of western civilization She's a natural disaster She is

Go big or go home Go big or go I'm thinking life's too short, it's passing by So if I'm gonna go at all I'll sleep when I'm dead, you can bury me Don't feel like going home But all my cash is gone Yeah, I got nothing to do tonight

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, like an American You make me crazy, you make me wild Just like a baby, spin me 'round like a child Your skin so golden brown Be young, be dope be proud Like an American Like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, whoa Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Play house,

And American honey Blowin' in the wind Callin' out my name like a long lost friend Oh I miss those days as the years go by There's a wild, wild whisper Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime She grew up on a side of the road Where the church bells ring and

Na na na na na na Walk my way, Mrs All American Say my name, no need to pretend Don't be shy, Mrs All American You know she's like No one understands the chemistry we have And it came out of nowhere (Yeah) It's not like we planned this, Getting out of

I like it ice cold, I take it with a lime, Canadian, Mexican, Heineken, American, they're all real good friends of mine I like it in a mug, in a bottle, or a cup, I like it with a shot Friday, the week was long Can't wait to get my twist-off off One sip

Living the dream like a London Queen I never thought I'd be living in the USA Doing things the American way When I'm driving on the wrong side of the road I feel like JFK you know Right away from Holloway I said "Mum, this isn't a holiday Listen up, I

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was