Karaoké American Boy Postmodern Jukebox & Amber Woodhouse

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 five foot seven guy who's just my type

I like the way he's speakin'

His confidence is peakin'

Don't like his baggy jeans but Imma 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 brethren

I'm likin' this American boy

American

Take me 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 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 shoppin' maybe 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 lookin' fresh to death

I'm lovin' those Shell Toes

Walkin' that walk

Talk that slick talk

Likin' this American boy

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

American boy

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

Yeah

La la

La dah dah dah dah dee yah

La dah dah dah dah duh la

You'll be my American boy