Your Best American Girl

If I could
I’d be your little spoon
And kiss your fingers
Forevermore

But, big spoon
You have so much to do
And I have nothing
Ahead of me

You’re the sun
You’ve never seen the night
But you hear its song
From the morning birds

Well I’m not the moon
I’m not even a star
But awake at night
I’ll be singing to the birds

Don’t wait for me
I can’t come

Your mother wouldn’t approve
Of how my mother raised me
But I do
I think I do

And you’re
An all-American boy
I guess I couldn’t help trying
To be your best American girl

You’re the one
You’re all I ever wanted
I think I’ll regret this

Your mother wouldn’t approve
Of how my mother raised me
But I do
I finally do

And you’re
An all-American boy
I guess I couldn’t help trying
To be the best American girl

Your mother wouldn’t approve
Of how my mother raised me
But I do
I think do