if I could, I'd be your little spoon
and kiss your fingers forevermore
but, big spoon, you have so much to do
and I have nothing ahead of me
you're the sun, you've never seen the night
but you hear its song from the morning birds
well I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star
but awake at night I'll be singing to the birds
don't wait for me, I can't come
your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me
but I do, I think I do
and you're an all-american boy
I guess I couldn't help trying to be your best american girl
you're the one
you're all I ever wanted
I think I'll regret this
your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me
but I do, I finally do
and you're an all-american boy
I guess I couldn't help trying to be the best american girl
your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me
but I do, I think I do