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'ma like what's underneath them

And no, I ain't been to MIA

I heard that Cali never rains and New York's wide awake

First, let's see the west end, I'll show you to my bredrin

I'm likin' this American boy

American boy

Boy

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Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

Can we get away this weekend? Take me to Broadway

Let's go shoppin', 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

Likin' this American boy, American boy

Take me on a trip, I'd like to go someday

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 Am-, you'll be my Am-, you'll be my Am-

You'll be my Am-, you'll be my Am-, you'll be my Am-

You'll be my Am-, you'll be my Am-, you'll be, you'll be, you'll be

You'll be, you'll be, you'll be, you'll be, you'll be, you'll b-, you'll b-

You'll b-, you'll b-, you'll b-, you'll b-, you'll b-, you'll b-

American boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy

Boy