Sydney Dillon - American Girl Lyrics

Babydoll blouse and a golden locket
Cigarette box in her back pocket
Everything she ever got she never even wanted
But she's glad she's where she is now

Sun touches down on the mountains of Marseille
She walked around drawing things she saw all day
Then she brought a bottle back to rile up the roommates
For a night out on the town of burning it down

She's in her best red dress tonight
And she's a vision under string lights, plated in pearl
I could try my best but I
I could never be that kind of American girl
American girl

Doesn't know how but she knows the procedure
Pulling the ends of the maze till they meet her
She told me there are times when I wouldn't wanna be her
But I'm not sure I believe her

She's in her best red dress tonight
And she's a vision under string lights, plated in pearl
I could try my best but I
I could never be that kind of American girl

And she never waits in line
And she only reads the classic literature
I could try my best but I
I could never be that kind of American girl
American girl, American girl

Oh where did you get the grace?
Where did you get that face?
Oh, God's got his favorites babe

Babydoll blouse and a golden locket
World in her pocket, mhm
She don't know what she wants
But she's glad she's where she is now