American Boy (feat. 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 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type I like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking Don't like his baggy jeans But I'mma 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 liking 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 come 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 shopping, baby, 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 looking fresh to death, I'm loving those Shell Toes Walking that walk, talk that slick talk Liking this American boy Would you my be 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 You'll be my American boy