Lyrics

Running down to the weeds A scratch ticket from the skin of my teeth I'm gonna win big tonight, oh I'm gonna take us out tonight 40s in the street, live like 4th of July every week I'm gonna love you like your parents don't know I'm gonna bring you home before the morning light shows American sweetheart, why'd you have to be so mean to me? Woke up with you in my hair But as long as the dreams were good, I don't care American sweet tooth, why'd you have to be so rude to me? Bubblegum don't taste the same But as long as the money was good, I don't care No sleep above the covers Orange of the streetlight, warmth of the summer A Spanish voice following the wind, wide eyes can tie a cherry stem Young American Bubblegum Sweet tooth for all the summer cum, oh I'm gonna love you like your parents don't know I'm gonna bring you home before the morning light shows American sweetheart, why'd you have to be so mean to me? Woke up with you in my hair But as long as the dreams were good, I don't care American sweet tooth, why'd you have to be so rude to me? Bubblegum don't taste the same But as long as the money was good, I don't care American sweetheart, why'd you have to be so mean to me? Woke up with you in my hair But as long as the dreams were good, I don't care American sweet tooth, why'd you have to be so rude to me? Bubblegum don't taste the same But as long as the money was good, I don't care
Writer(s): Lorenzo Gillis Cook, Henry Tappan Schoonmaker, Adam Samuel Greenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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