American Spirit
Lyrics
I am a young boy, I'm made from English blood
I came to see you but I just can't get enough
So I'll play this game of Buffalo 'till I deal the wrong card
Then I'll put my black jacket on and head to the boulevard
My, flesh and bone tastes like gold
Why don't you try my American Spirit?
Good evening, nice to meet you, how the devil do you do?
I like the way your shaven head compliments your shit tattoos
A drink for me? You shouldn't have! I raise this glass to you!
You said "get that down your neck boy and I'll show you what I do"
I got a dick in my pants and I won't take the chance
OOH! OOH!
I don't wanna be molested, someone get this girl arrested
OOH! OOH!
Girls just wanna have fun. I wanna kiss you but you're just too young
OOH! OOH!
Pin me down, spin the stars, tell the room
I'm on my knees wreching onto Reece Witherspoon
Bite my lips, pull my hair, pinch me till I feel it
How'd that go down? Did you like the taste of my American Spirit?
What is it?!
Writer(s): Thomas Adolph
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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