American Stitches

No, ‘course, I’ll stay
I know the weight of leaving
No planes would go
The sky was so uneven

She touched me
She touched me
She touched me, it leaves a stitch
She touched me, it leaves a stitch

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

No more upsets
My hands are bloodless
No more uncalled for
No more the matter of facts
No more, you’d better go

She touched me
She touched me
You touch me, it leaves a stitch
You touch me, it leaves a stitch
You touch me, it leaves a stitch

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(Leaves a stitch)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(Leaves a stitch)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
(Leaves a stitch)