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 thinkin 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 meantime 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 shirt 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 spinnin 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 my 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 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 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