"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪"
"𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪"
"𝙊𝙝, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤"
𝙈𝙄𝙇𝘼 𝙋𝙊𝙑
I was stuck in my room trying to write a song for the band since it was once again my turn. I finally found a good lyric.Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me
But I do, I think I do
And you're an all-American boy
I guess I couldn't help trying to be your best American girl."Your best American girl" I thought to myself. I had the best idea, I'm obviously not American but i did have a crush on an American so why not write a song about it? The title was Your Best American Girl! I'm so smart. Wait, i need more lyrics though i can't just have one and call it a day "THOMAS" I yelled and Tom came in my room "Help me" I said, So he sat next to me. Reading my notebook "You have an American boyfriend?" He asked confused "No i used to have a crush on an American" i told him making him nod slowly "Ohhh" He said "Help me write lyrics" I demanded "Neh neh neh neh" He mocked me and i rolled my eyes "Okay you have a title?" He asked and i nodded, Was he blind It clearly said Your Best American Girl on the top of the page.
If I could, I'd be your little spoon
And kiss your fingers forevermore
But, big spoon, you have so much to do
And I have nothing ahead of meHe started writing down quickly "Damn you know" I said and he laughed "I know i'm smarter than you"
You're the sun, you've never seen the night
But you hear it's song from the morning birds
Well, I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star
But awake at night I'll be singing to the birdsDon't wait for me, I can't come
I took the pen away and wrote that "Okay then just write what you had first and then-" He said cutting himself off and wrote
Don't wait for me, I can't come
Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me
But I do, I think I do
And you're an all-American boy
I guess I couldn't help trying to be your best American girlYou're the one
You're all I ever wanted
I think I'll regret this"Then just repeat what you first wrote two times and it will be perfect" He said and i read the page, reviewing it.
If I could, I'd be your little spoon
And kiss your fingers forevermore
But, big spoon, you have so much to do
And I have nothing ahead of meYou're the sun, you've never seen the night
But you hear its song from the morning birds
Well, I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star
But awake at night I'll be singing to the birdsDon't wait for me, I can't come
Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me
But I do, I think I do
And you're an all-American boy
I guess I couldn't help trying to be your best American girl (Realist lyric)You're the one
You're all I ever wanted
I think I'll regret thisYour mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me
But I do, I finally do
And you're an all-American boy
I guess I couldn't help trying to be the best American girlYour mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me
But I do, I think I doThis song was so real. I've always wanted to be American and seems So, So fun and exciting America doesn't compare to Russia, Moldova, Ukraine, and Germany. Basically all Europe, Well maybe not All Europe, Most. (REAL)
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