Pick my name, call my number
Pull me under, drag me down
Stereophonic, hi-fi bondage, yeah she's on it
Like the deaf explaining sound
It's the characteristic assassination
Of the pixilated generation
The photogenic violation
Of a shutter closing down
There's flames and bullets in the street
American girls got me beat
I'm naked on this leash
American girls with American dreams walk on me
And her eyes are the sky
Blue and wide
Dropping bombs, planting mines
She paints my world in red
When it hurts
I admit it could be worse
It's a sin and it's a curse
Like her motel Bible says
She misinterprets my expectations
Makes dirty word-extrapolations
Met with violent confrontation
Over things she said I said
There's flames and bullets in the street
American girls got me beat
I'm naked on this leash
American girls with American dreams walk on me
Communication
Complication
Diplomatic negotiations
Fuckin' up my situation
There's flames and bullets in the street
American girls got me beat
I'm naked on this leash
American girls with American dreams walk on me
American Girls
(Walk on me)
American Girls
(Walk on me)
American Girls
(Walk on me)
American Girls
(Walk on me)
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