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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Counting Crows
Background Vocals
Adam Duritz
Lead Vocals
Ben Mize
Drums
Charlie Gillingham
Keyboards
Dan Vickrey
Guitar
David Bryson
Guitar
David Immergluck
Guitar
Matthew Malley
Bass Guitar
Sheryl Crow
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Duritz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Lillywhite
Producer
Jack Joseph Puig
Mixing Engineer
Carl Glandville
Recording Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
American girls, all weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible
[Verse 3]
She comes out of closets every night
And 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
[Verse 4]
American girls, all weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle right up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible
[Verse 5]
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 okay
[Verse 6]
"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"
[Verse 7]
I waited for an hour last Friday night
She never came around
She took almost everything from me
I'm going through my closets
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
[Verse 8]
American girls, all weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle, right up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible
[Verse 9]
If I made you cry, please tell me why
'Cause I'll try again if you let me try
American girls all feathers and cream
Coming into bed so edible
[Verse 10]
American girls, oh, American girls
American girls, oh, oh, oh, oh
American girls, oh, American girls
American girls, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 11]
You make me cry
You make me cry
You make me cry
Yeah, you made me cry
[Verse 12]
You made me cry
Hey, miss American girl, oh
Oh, oh, yeah
Written by: Adam Duritz