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Ripped Jeans, only drinks whiskeyI find him by the fire while his girl was getting friskey, ohhI say we go this road tonightHe smiles, his arms around herBut his eyes are holdin me, just a captive to his wonder, ohhI say we go this road tonightNow I know that that's your girl, I mean no disrespectThe way that shirt hugs you chest boy, I just won't forgetI'll be sittin her, drinking my whiskeyI won't say goodnight unless I think ya might miss me, ohhBe my All-American boy tonightWhere everyday's the 4th of JulyAnd its alright, alrightAnd we can keep this up till the morning lightAnd you can hold me deep in your eyesAnd its alright, alrightBe my, be myMy All-American boyRipped jeans, tight shirtHe lights a cigarette you know I'm glad that she can't stand it, ohhI drink the moonlight from his eyesSongtexteNow hold there, just a momentI want to take this in now we don't need no photo of it, noWe should go this road tonightNow I know that that's your girl, and I don't give a damnShe's been cusin and cryin, she don't know what she hasSo I'll be, sittin here, tryin hold down my whiskey,You tell your girl good night cause somebody'd like to kiss me, ohhBe my All-American boy tonightWhere everyday's the 4th of JulyAnd its alright, alrightAnd we can keep this up till the morning lightAnd you can hold me deep in your eyesAnd its alright, alrightSo be my, be myMy All-American boyOf all the girls and boys to look my wayAin't nobody ever hit me this waySo won't you come back with meAnd lay with me a whileI'm gonna wrestle you out of them clothes,Leave that beautiful body exposed,And you can have my heart and my soul and my body...Just be mineBe my All-American boy tonightBaby you light my fireAnd make you feel right, feel rightAnd we can keep this up till the morning lightAnd you can hold me deep in your eyesAnd its alright, alrightSo be my, be my...Just, be my, be my...My All-American boy Aus Songtexte Mania