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Oh Roxy, don't you love me
Is it because I'm American
Maybe it's because I don't grope you and your friends
Like the fool behind you now, dancing halfway down your pants
Somewhere near the border of Spain and France
A bottle of bad red wine in my head
Sixty Francs to look like a fool and dance
Mechanics understand not what I said
Thinking 'bout the time that I had, how sad
Her one-word shirt describes my plight in red
And her name is a reoccurring theme
Start a move that everyone knows, the awkward pose
And in the mean time, her eyes finding me
Reluctantly I start the approach, her eyes they glow
But it's not glee, it's fear, that's why she flees
Sing of girls I wish that I knew, her eyes rung true
Her one-word short now stabbing, sparkling blue
And her name is a barely flickering flame
Oh Roxy, don't you love me
Is it because I'm American
Maybe it's because I don't grope you and your friends
Like the fool behind you now, dancing halfway down your pants
Roxy's spinning around or is it me that's down
How many fingers do I see, is it three by now
Stands on top of the stairs and screams for who, who cares
All that matters now is my eyes, like Apollo's, become clear
Somewhere near the border of pain and romance
Her name is undetermined as of yet
Potential for a Roxy again has always been
The hardest part to get out of head
Comes full circle all in the end, I hope
Could one-word shirts in songs be just a joke
And her name is a never-ever-ending game
Oh Roxy, don't you love me
Why do I gotta be American
Maybe it's because I don't grope you and your friends
Like the fool behind you now dancing halfway down your pants
(Play chorus riff for this part and end on G!)
Oh Roxy, Oh Roxy, love me the guy who's down your pants