Quote from: Elle King
Elle King - America's Sweetheart Lyrics | MetroLyrics
No there ain't nothing that I gotta prove
You think your words will make me black and blue
But I, I think I'm pretty with these old boots on
I think its funny when I drink too much, hey
You try and change me you can go to hell
'Cause I don't want to be nobody else
I like the chip I got in my front teeth
And I got bad tattoos you won't believe
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
My hands are dirty and my heart is cold
The boys I've been with say I got no soul, when I
I meet another honey at the bar
I'll think it's funny when I break his heart, hm now
My kind of medicine is whiskey straight
I got a mouth to put you in your place, and they
They said I'll never be the poster type
But they don't make posters of my kind of life
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
You love me anyway (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
You love me anyway
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole, holler if you ready,
Gonna lose control
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
You love me anyway (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
You love me anyway
I'm not America's sweetheart, no, no, no
No there ain't nothing that I gotta prove
You think your words will make me black and blue
But I, I think I'm pretty with these old boots on
I think its funny when I drink too much, hey
You try and change me you can go to hell
'Cause I don't want to be nobody else
I like the chip I got in my front teeth
And I got bad tattoos you won't believe
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
My hands are dirty and my heart is cold
The boys I've been with say I got no soul, when I
I meet another honey at the bar
I'll think it's funny when I break his heart, hm now
My kind of medicine is whiskey straight
I got a mouth to put you in your place, and they
They said I'll never be the poster type
But they don't make posters of my kind of life
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
You love me anyway (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
You love me anyway
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole, holler if you ready,
Gonna lose control
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart
Well they say I'm too loud for this town
So I lit a match and burned it down
What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart
But you love me anyway
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
You love me anyway (yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
You love me anyway
I'm not America's sweetheart, no, no, no