Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Counting Crows
Counting Crows
Background Vocals
Adam Duritz
Adam Duritz
Lead Vocals
Ben Mize
Ben Mize
Drums
Charlie Gillingham
Charlie Gillingham
Keyboards
Dan Vickrey
Dan Vickrey
Guitar
David Bryson
David Bryson
Guitar
David Immergluck
David Immergluck
Guitar
Matthew Malley
Matthew Malley
Bass Guitar
Sheryl Crow
Sheryl Crow
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Duritz
Adam Duritz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Lillywhite
Steve Lillywhite
Producer
Jack Joseph Puig
Jack Joseph Puig
Mixing Engineer
Carl Glandville
Carl Glandville
Recording Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 American girls, all weather & noise Playing the changes for all of the boys Holding a candle up to my hand Making me feel so incredible She comes out of closets every night But 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 American girls, all weather & noise Playing the changes for all of the boys Holding a candle right up to my hand Making me feel so incredible 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 ok "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" I waited for an hour last Friday night She never came around She took almost everything from me I'm going through my closet, 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 American girls, all weather & noise Playing the changes for all of the boys Holding a candle right up to my hand Making me feel so incredible If I made you cry, please tell me why Cause I'll try again if you let me try American girls all feathers & cream Coming into bed so edible American girls oh American girls American girls Oh, oh, oh, oh American girls oh American girls American girls Oh, oh, oh, oh You make me cry, You make me cry, You make me cry Yeah, you made me cry You make me cry Hey, miss American girl, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Writer(s): Adam Frederic Duritz, David A. Immergluck, David Lynn Bryson, Daniel John Vickrey, Matthew Mark Malley, Charles Thomas Gillingham, Ben G. Mize Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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