your best
american girl

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