She puts her boots and bandana on She has a hankerin' for Rolling Stones She likes her vegetables home grown A lot like the boy waiting out in the truck
She'll take a hill like Roosevelt Holds up her pants with a bible belt She cracks em up like the liberty bell A whole lot of tender and a little bit tough
Ooo, ooo, ooo she's a little unusual Ooo, ooo, ooo she's American beautiful
Well, he is a mutt with a pedigree Sinatra junkie in a pair of jeans He pays his dues in the land of the free He says, why walk baby, we were born to run
Ooo, ooo, ooo he's a little unusual Ooo, ooo, ooo he's American beautiful Yeah yeah
I saw that girl in the mirror once With a boy like that, in a cloud of dust I think they look a lot like us Cause we are, we are, we are
Ooo, ooo, ooo, we are a little unusual Ooo, ooo, ooo, we are American beautiful Yeah yeah Ooo, ooo, ooo, we are a little unusual Ooo, ooo, ooo, we are American, American, American beautifulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
