Listen to America's Sweetheart by Elle King

America's Sweetheart

Elle King

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elle King
Elle King
Vocals
Martin Johnson
Martin Johnson
Background Vocals
Kyle Moorman
Kyle Moorman
Programming
Brandon Paddock
Brandon Paddock
Programming
Chris Bernard
Chris Bernard
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elle King
Elle King
Songwriter
Martin Johnson
Martin Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kyle Moorman
Kyle Moorman
Engineer
Brandon Paddock
Brandon Paddock
Producer
Chris Bernard
Chris Bernard
Editing Engineer
Marcus Johnson
Marcus Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Vance Powell
Vance Powell
Mixing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

No, there ain't nothin' that I gotta prove You think your words will make me black and blue But I, I think I'm pretty with these old boots on I think it's funny when I drink too much, hey You try and change me, you can go to hell 'Cause I don't wanna be nobody else I like the chip I got in my front teeth And I got bad tattoos, you won't believe So kick out the jams, kick up the soul Pour another glass of that rock and roll Turn up the band, fire in the hole Gonna lose control tonight What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart So beat the drum with me I'm not America's sweetheart Well, they said I'm too loud for this town So I lit a match and burned it down What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart But you love me anyway My hands are dirty and my heart is cold Them boys I've been with say I got no soul When I, I meet another honey at the bar I'll think it's funny when I break his heart, now My kind of medicine is whiskey straight I got a mouth to put you in your place And they, they said I'll never be the poster type But they don't make posters of my kind of life So kick out the jams, kick up the soul Pour another glass of that rock and roll Turn up the band, fire in the hole Gonna lose control tonight What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart So beat the drum with me I'm not America's sweetheart Well, they said I'm too loud for this town So I lit a match and burned it down What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart But you love me anyway You love me anyway You love me anyway Kick out the jams, kick up the soul Pour another glass of that rock and roll Turn up the band, fire in the hole Holler if you ready, gonna lose control Kick out the jams, kick up the soul Pour another glass of that rock and roll Turn up the band, fire in the hole Gonna lose control tonight What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart So beat the drum with me I'm not America's sweetheart Well, they said I'm too loud for this town So I lit a match and burned it down What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart But you love me anyway You love me anyway You love me anyway I'm not America's sweetheart No, no, no
Writer(s): Martin Johnson, Tanner Schneider Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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