American Boys

Friday night boys and the PBR Chasing Jack, getting wrecked In small town bars You're a big city roller In N-Y-C A sharp dressed man Just like ZZ Holding right back in a leather jacket I like riding bitch Or sitting on the back Pretty boys at the university Watching them walk In their Levi jeans I can't help but fall God bless em all American boys Gotta love em, gotta need em Gotta want em They're my drug of choice Yeah, yeah, yeah American boys Wanna slay em, wanna lay em Wanna play em They're my favourite toys American, American boys Metal head boys In the back of a Camaro Banging to Metallica On the radio We're a lost cause To a punk like you We've got so many flavors That I just can't choose They rock the world Of this American girl American boys Gotta love em, gotta need em Gotta want em They're my drug of choice Yeah, yeah, yeah American boys Wanna slay em, wanna lay em Wanna play em They're my favorite toys American, American boys I've been every where And nothing compares Ain't nothing like em Rock me like em, yeah Now make a move Do what you do American boys Gotta love em, gotta need em Gotta want em They're my drug of choice Yeah, yeah, yeah American boys Wanna slay em, wanna lay em Wanna play em They're my favorite toys American boys --- American Boys - Halestorm