Monday, November 2, 2009

Hard Candy

"She comes out on Fridays every time, and stands out in the line
I could have been anyone she'd seen
She waits another week to fall apart
She couldn't make another day

I wish it was anyone but me
I could have been anyone you see
She had something breakable just under her skin

American girls are weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible

She comes out of closets every night, but then she locks herself away
Where she could keep everything from me
I could have been anyone you see
She's nothing but porcelain underneath her skin

American girls are weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle right up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible

Little shiver shaking me every day
But I could get this same thing anywhere
So if she goes away, well, it's all right, and I'm ok
She said, "come back again tonight,"
And I said, I might, I might, I might
She said, well that's all right
And it's all right, if it's all right with you, then it's all right
It's all right with me

I waited for an hour last Friday night
She never came around
She took almost everything from me

I'm going through my closets, trying on her clothes, almost every day
I could have been anyone you see
I wish it was anyone but me
There's nothing but pills and ashes under my skin

American girls are weather and noise
Playing the changes for all of the boys
Holding a candle up to my hand
Making me feel so incredible

If I made you cry, please tell me why
I'll try again if you let me try
American girls are feathers and cream
Coming to bed so edible

American girls, oh, American girls

You make me cry
You make me cry
You make me cry, yeah, you made me cry

You made me cry, hey, miss American girl...."
-Adam Duritz, Counting Crows, "American Girls"

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