American lover, come over tonight. Don't sit on the fence and fret, you know it just isn't right. You've got plenty of problems, but don't run and hide. If you let them build up at your door, then they're liable to burst inside.
American lover, don't draw me a line, dare me to cross it and, when I refuse, just say, "Fine." I don't really need this! I know that you're strong. All I am asking is if we could please just get along.
Elliott Spitzer; oh, Hudson's Bay; oh, you KGB agents who all disappeared or defected to the CIA; oh, all of you gentlemen, we have one common bond. We all had American lovers and then we got caught.
American lover...
Call me a bastard. Call me a slave. Call me wicked, wild and violent. Call me depraved. Call me an angel. Call me on the phone. Call me the best fuck you ever had and ask when I'm coming home.
I'll let you know.
credits
from I Can't Wait!,
released October 1, 2009
Music: These Estates
Lyrics: John Cameron
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