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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 France

A bottle of bad red wine in my head

Sixty Francs to look like a fool and dance

Mechanics understand not what I said

Thinking 'bout the time that I had, how sad

Her one-word shirt describes my plight in red

And her name is a reoccurring theme

Start a move that everyone knows, the awkward pose

And in the mean time, 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 knew, her eyes rung true

Her one-word short 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 head

Comes full circle all in the end, I hope

Could 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

Why do I gotta 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

(Play chorus riff for this part and end on G!)

Oh Roxy, Oh Roxy, love me the guy who's down your pants