Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song America's Sweetheart, artist - Elle King. Date of issue: 15.02.2015
Song language: English
America's Sweetheart |
| 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 it’s funny when I drink too much, hey |
| You tryna change me, you can go to hell |
| Cause I don’t wanna 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 |
| Them boys I’ve been with say I got no soul, when I |
| I need another honey at the bar |
| I’ll think it’s funny when I break his heart |
| 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 |
| You love me anyway |
| 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 |
| You love me anyway |
| You love me anyway |
| I’m not America’s sweetheart |