Chipped tooth in your smile

That you blame on your motorcycle

And the barmaid's voice

Is as shrill as a dentist drill

But I'm happy here in my sundress

American accent

As the locals stare

'Cause I gotta mouth like a millionaire

And I know there's an ocean between us

And I wanna drown in you

Last call, closing time

You slur your words and it sounds like heaven to me

So clear your last beer, baby

High life, low-income

They don't make them like you

Where I'm from

I'm sick, and I'm a fool

I'm devoted to you

You, you

My eyes gotta squint

'Cause the gin would taste like petrol

As the bar choir sings

God save our gracious King

And you, you got a past that a preacher couldn't fix

But you healed me better than Jesus

Last call, closing time

You slur your words and it sounds like heaven to me

So clear your last beer, baby

High life, low-income

They don't make them like you

Where I'm from

I'm sick, and I'm a fool

I'm devoted to you

I knew you felt the same as I

When you put your pounding chest on mine

Tight grip around the bottle and me

Last call, closing time

You slur your words and it sounds like heaven to me

So clear your last beer, baby

High life, low-income

They don't make them like you

Where I'm from

I'm sick, and I'm a fool

I'm devoted to you