| 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 | |
| FranceA bottle of bad red wine in my head | |
| Sixty francs to look like a fool and dance | |
| Mechanics understand not what | |
| I saidThinking 'bout the time that | |
| I had, how sad | |
| Her one word shirt describes my plight in red | |
| And her name is a re-occurring 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 knewHer eyes rung true, her one word shirt 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 my head | |
| Comes full circle all in the end, | |
| I hopeCould 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? | |
| 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 | |
| Oh, Roxy, don't you love me? | |
| Why do I got to 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 | |
| Oh, Roxy, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Oh, Roxy [Incomprehensible] down your pants |