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122 lines
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122 lines
3.3 KiB
\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{American boy}
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[by={Estelle}]
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\capo{7}
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\gtab{Amaj7}{002120}
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\gtab{F}{1:022100}
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\gtab{Dm}{X00231}
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\gtab{E7}{020130}
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\begin{verse}
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\[Amaj7]Just another one champion sound
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\[F]Me and Estelle about to get down
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\[Dm]Who the hottest in the world right now.
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\[E7]Just touched down in London town.
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Bet they give me a pound.
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Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
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Tell the promoter we need more seats,
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We just sold out all the floor seats
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\end{verse}
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\begin{chorus}
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\[Amaj7]Take me on a trip, I'd like to \[F]go some day.
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\[Dm]Take me to New York, I'd love to \[E7]see LA.
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I really want to come kick it with you.
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You'll be my American Boy.
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\end{chorus}
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\begin{verse}
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He said "Hey Sister.
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It's really really nice to meet you."
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I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who's just my type.
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I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking.
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Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm a like what's underneath them.
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And no I ain't been to MIA
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I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits.
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First let's see the west end.
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I'll show you to my brethren.
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I'm liking this American Boy. American Boy
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse}
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Can we get away this weekend?
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Take me to Broadway.
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Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a café.
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Let's go on the subway.
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Take me to your hood.
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I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
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Dress in all your fancy clothes.
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Sneaker's looking Fresh to death, I'm loving those Shell Toes.
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Walking that walk.
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Talk that slick talk.
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I'm liking this American Boy. American Boy.
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\end{verse}
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\begin{chorus}
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Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay
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Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
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I really want to come kick it with you.
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You'll be my American Boy
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Let them know a gwan blud
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\end{chorus}
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\begin{verse}
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Who Killing em in the UK.
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Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly, because most of this press don't f**k with me.
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Estelle once said to me, "Cool down, down, don't act a fool now, now."
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I always act a fool oww oww.
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Ain't nothing new now now.
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He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
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Ribena I know what you're drinking.
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Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
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Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinking.
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What's you're persona.
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About this Americana Brama.
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Am I shallow cause all my clothes designer.
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Dressed smart like a London Bloke.
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Before he speak his suit bespoke.
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And you thought he was cute before.
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Look at this peacoat, tell me he's broke.
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And I know you're not into all that.
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I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
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But I still talk that CASH.
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Cause a lot wags want to hear it.
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And I'm feeling like Mike at his Baddest.
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The Pips at they Gladys.
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And I know they love it.
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So to hell with all that rubbish
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\end{verse}
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\begin{chorus}
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Would you be my love, my love.
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Could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine
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Could you be my love, my love.
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Would you be my American Boy. American Boy
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\end{chorus}
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\begin{chorus}
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Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
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Take me to Chicago, San Fransisco Bay.
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I really want to come kick it with you.
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You'll be my American Boy
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\end{chorus}
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\endsong
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