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I've been hiding for so long
          These feelings, they're not gone
          Can I tell anyone?
          Afraid of what they'll say
          So I push them away
          I'm acting so strange
          
          They're so pretty, it hurts
          I'm not talking 'bout boys, I'm talking 'bout girls
          They're so pretty with their button-up shirts
          

You put your hands under my shirt
          Undid my bra and said these words
          "Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"
          You pushed me up against my wall
          Threw my clothes down on the floor
          "Darling, are you ready for more?"
          

I am Miss American Dre-e-e-e-eam
          I am Miss American Dream
          I'm a blonde perfection, can't you see?
          Touch me, your American dream
          And I know you want a piece of me, yeah
          Touch me, your American dre-e-eam

Uh, baby, I'll stay until the morning if I want
          I see the polaroids from last night on your bed
          I need a shower and some whiskey
          Watch me rinse, repeat, I love it and I'd do it all again
          again, again, again