Lyrics Miss Americana (prod. By Mark Neve) - bryska

Oh, I really fell in love with Miss Americana

Oh, I really fell in love with Miss Americana
I don't wanna make a change to fit the panorama
You got me, na-na-na-na, I think I have a trauma
All I want is to be brave, ain't got to care about 'em

Watch me fading up with time
While I count the teardrops vanishing my mind
Wish I could pretend I'm terrible at math
Bring a little summer to my winter heart

Oh, I really fell in love with Miss Americana
I don't wanna make a change to fit the panorama
You got me, na-na-na-na, I think I have a trauma
All I want is to be brave, ain't got to care about 'еm

I'm Miss Americana
I'm Miss Americana

Went a bit too far
Tiny waist, can find mе in the dark
Always dressed in such a perfect smile
Pressure is easy to hide
I only find peace in the night
Lookin' like a sweetheart, but I might
Maybe made some
Things not so polite
Baby, tell me, would you still
Look at me like I'm the sun
If you knew all of the things that I've done?

Oh, I really fell in love with Miss Americana
I don't wanna make a change to fit the panorama
You got me, na-na-na-na, I think I have a trauma
All I want is to be brave, ain't got to care about 'em

I'm Miss Americana
I'm Miss Americana