[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
Start a move that evеryone knows, the awkward pose
And in thе 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
[Chorus]
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

[Bridge]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
Oh Roxy (Oh Roxy)
Oh Roxy (Roxy)
Love me like the guy who's down your pants