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If I could, I'd be your little spoon
And kiss your fingers forevermore
But, big spoon, you have so much to do
And I have nothing ahead of me
You're the sun, you've never seen the night
But you hear its song from the morning birds
Weel, I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star
But awake at night I'll be singing to the birds
Don't wait for me, I can't come
Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother
raised me
But I do, I think I do
And you're an all-American boy
I guess I couldn't help trying to be your best American girl
You're the one
You're all I ever wanted
I think I'll regret this
Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother
raised me
But I do, I finally do
And you're an all-American boy
I guess I couldn't help trying to be your best American girl
Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother
raised me
But I do, I think I do. :(
-Your Best American Girl, Mitski.
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