Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Counting Crows
Counting Crows
Vocal de apoio
Adam Duritz
Adam Duritz
Vocais principais
Ben Mize
Ben Mize
Bateria
Charlie Gillingham
Charlie Gillingham
Teclados
Dan Vickrey
Dan Vickrey
Violão
David Bryson
David Bryson
Violão
David Immergluck
David Immergluck
Violão
Matthew Malley
Matthew Malley
Baixo
Sheryl Crow
Sheryl Crow
Vocal de apoio
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Adam Duritz
Adam Duritz
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Steve Lillywhite
Steve Lillywhite
Produção
Jack Joseph Puig
Jack Joseph Puig
Engenharia (mixagem)
Carl Glandville
Carl Glandville
Engenharia (gravação)
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

[Verse 1]
She comes out on Fridays every time
Stands out in a line
I could've been anyone she'd seen
She waits another week to fall apart
She couldn't make another day
I wish it was anyone but me
I could have been anyone you see
She had something breakable just under her skin
[Verse 2]
American girls, all weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible
[Verse 3]
She comes out of closets every night
And then she locks herself away
Where she could keep everything from me
I could have been anyone you see
She's nothing but porcelain underneath her skin
[Verse 4]
American girls, all weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle right up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible
[Verse 5]
Little shivers shaking me every day
But I could get the same thing anywhere
So if she goes away, well
It's all right and I'm okay
[Verse 6]
"Hey," she said, "Come back again tonight"
And I said, "I might, I might, I might"
She said, "Well, that's all right
If it's alright, if it's alright with you
Then it's alright, it's alright with me"
[Verse 7]
I waited for an hour last Friday night
She never came around
She took almost everything from me
I'm going through my closets
Trying on her clothes almost every day
I could've been anyone you see
I wish it was anyone but me
There's nothing but pills and ashes under my skin
[Verse 8]
American girls, all weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle, right up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible
[Verse 9]
If I made you cry, please tell me why
'Cause I'll try again if you let me try
American girls all feathers and cream
Coming into bed so edible
[Verse 10]
American girls, oh, American girls
American girls, oh, oh, oh, oh
American girls, oh, American girls
American girls, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 11]
You make me cry
You make me cry
You make me cry
Yeah, you made me cry
[Verse 12]
You made me cry
Hey, miss American girl, oh
Oh, oh, yeah
Written by: Adam Duritz
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