Lyrics

Hey, Sister
It's really really nice to meet ya
I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type
I like the way he's speaking
His confidence is peaking
Don't like his baggy jeans but I'ma like what's underneath them
And no I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York stays awake
Let's go to the west end
I'll show you to my bedroom
I'm liking this American Boy
(American Boy)

(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy

Can we get away this weekend
Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping then maybe we'll go to a Café
Let's ride on a subway
Take me to your hood
Ain't never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good
Dress in all your fancy clothes
Sneakers looking fresh to death
I'm loving those shell toes
Walking that walk
Talk that slick talk
I'm liking this American Boy
(American Boy)

(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd like to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy

Would you be my love, my love
(Would you be my)
Could you be mine my love, my love
(Could you be mine)
Would you be my love, my love
Would you be my American Boy, American Boy

(Take me on a trip, I'd like to go somewhere
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA)
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American Boy, American boy

You'll be my American boy, American boy

~Renata Gadelha