American Boy (feat. Estelle)

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 Like the way he's speakin', his confidence is peakin' Don't like his baggy jeans but I might like what's underneath them And, no, I ain't been to MIA I heard that Cali never rains and New York's all the way First let's see the West End, I'll show you to my bredrin I'm likin' this 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 lookin' fresh to death, I'm lovin' those Shell Toes Walkin' that walk, talk that slick talk I'm likin' this American boy, American boy Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA I really want to come kick it with you You'll be my American boy You'll be my American boy You'll be my, you'll be my You'll be my, you'll be my You'll be my, you'll be my You'll be my, you'll be my... American boy