[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 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

[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