CHORUS
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
Thinkin` `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 meantime, 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 shirt now stabbing sparkling blue
And her name is a barely flickering flame
REPEAT CHORUS
Roxy`s spinnin` 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 my 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
REPEAT CHORUS
Oh Roxy, don`t you love me?
Why do I gotta be American?
Maybe it`s because I donit grope you and your friends
Like the fool behind you now dancing halfway down your pants Send " Roxy" Ringtone to your Cell