To All Of You

To all of you, American girls, it's sad to Imagine a world without you American girls I'd like to Be part of the world around you Driving a car by the seaside Watching the world from the bright side (Yeah) To all of you, American girls in the movies No one can tell where your heart is American girls like dollies With shiny smiles and plastic bodies I wish I had an American girlfriend I cry sometimes, walking around my own place Wondering why she cries sometimes Talking about her own place Somewhere around the mountains No one could dry her fountain Till she got tired to complain That's when I fly to the wildland, to your land