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Elle King

America's Sweetheart

 

America's Sweetheart

(album: Love Stuff - 2015)


No, there ain't nothing that I gotta prove
You think your words will make me black and blue, but I
I think I'm pretty with these old boots on
I think it's funny when I drink too much, hey
You tryna change me, you can go to hell
Cause I don't wanna be nobody else
I like the chip I got in my front teeth
And I got bad tattoos you won't believe

So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight

What do you want from me
I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me
I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they say I'm too loud
For this town
So I lit a match
And burned it down
What do you want from me
I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway

My hands are dirty and my heart is cold
Them boys I've been with say I got no soul, when I
I need another honey at the bar
I'll think it's funny when I break his heart
My kind of medicine is whiskey straight
I got a mouth to put you in your place, and they
They said I'll never be the poster type
But they don't make posters of my kind of life

So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight

What do you want from me
I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me
I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they say I'm too loud
For this town
So I lit a match
And burned it down
What do you want from me
I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway

You love me anyway
You love me anyway

Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Holler if you ready, gonna lose control
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight

What do you want from me
I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me
I'm not America's sweetheart
Well, they say I'm too loud
For this town
So I lit a match
And burned it down
What do you want from me
I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway

You love me anyway
You love me anyway

I'm not America's sweetheart

done

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