Lyrics American Boy - Stacey Ryan , Scary Pockets

She said, "Hey sister, it's really, really nice to meet ya"
I just met this five-foot-seven guy who's just my type
Like the way he's speakin', his confidence was peakin'
Don't like his baggy jeans, but I'ma like what's underneath them
No, I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains but New York's heart awaits
First, let's see the West End, I'll show you to my brethren
I'm likin' this 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, American 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 get on the subway, take me to your hood
But I've never been to Brooklyn, and I'd like to see what's good
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
Sneaker's lookin' Fresh to death, I'm lovin' those Shell Toes
Walkin' that walkin', I talk that slick talk
I'm 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
Would you be my American boy, American boy?

Ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Would you be my love?
Yeah, would you be mine?
Yeah, would you be my love?
Yeah, would you be mine?
Would you be my love, my love?
Would you be my American boy?

It's another one Champion sound
Me and Estelle, we 'bout to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now?
Just touched down in London town, uh
Bet they give me a pound
Tell him, put the money in my hand right now
Tell the promoter we need more seats
We just sold out all the floor seats

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
I'm likin' this, I'm likin' this
I'm likin' this American boy
American boy

Oh, oh-oh, oh, yeah
I'm likin' this American boy
American boy