Drivin' on theright-side road He says I'm pretty, wearin' his clothes And he's got hands that make Hell seem cold Feet on the dashboard,he's like a poem, I wish I wrote I wish I wrote And he laughs at all my jokes, and he says I'm so American Oh, God, it's just not fair of him to make me feel this much I'd go anywhere he goes, and he says I'm so American Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up I might just be in la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-love God, I'm so boring,and I'm so rude Can't have a conversation if it's not all about you The way you dress andthe books you read I really love my bed, but, man, it's hard to sleep when he's with me When he's with me And he laughs at all my jokes, and he says I'm so American Oh, God, it's just not fair of him to make me feel this much I'd go anywhere he goes, and he says I'm so American Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up I might just be in la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-love I apologize if it's a little too much, just a little too soon But if the conversation ever were to come up I don't wanna assume this stuff But ain't it love? I think I'm in love And he laughs at all my jokes, and he says I'm so American Oh, God, it's just not fair of him to make me feel this much I'd go anywhere he goes, and he says I'm so American Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up I might just be in la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-love