Stateside + Zara Larsson – PinkPantheress (Tekst)

I'm freezing outside, I feel my skin tight
My coat is inside, but I look up at you
I tracked your plane ride,
for when you're in tonight
Tell me, when is the next time
I'll run into you?
It sounds insane, right?
I'll take the same flight
Wait at your bedside,
I'll land right next to you
I'm going stateside,
where I'll see you tonight
Tell me, how did a girl like me
get into you? (Into you)
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
You can be my American, ha, ha (ha, ha)
Ha, ha, ha, ha (mwah)
Is it right? I don't know,
but you're taking my control
Never been abroad before
Now I'm knocking through your door
But you're nice, so I'll stay
Never met a British girl, you say?
No one treats me this way
Are all boys out here the same?
What can I say? (Uh-huh),
What can I do? (Uh-huh)
I'm tryna be the girl
That you're talking to (you're talking to)
And maybe you can be my American ha, ha boy
You can be my American ha, ha boy (boy)
Why can't you say that you want it too? (Too)
I'm flying intercontinental with you
And maybe you can be my American ha, ha boy
You can be my American, ha, ha
All the years I've put in
for the American dream
Is it worth all the work
If you can be here with me (me)
'Cause I fly Stockholm to LA,
leave my feelings on the plane
Worries fade away (fade away)
when I hit the stage
I've been touring stateside
Kissing my Swedish boy over FaceTime
Who knew, opening up
Would make me a headline?
Boots, that's my ego boost
Schedule ain't been loose for a minute
Yeah, I'm that girl,
I've been it (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah)
Oh, oh-oh, ooh, whoa-oh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-ah
What can I say? (Uh-huh),
what can I do? (Uh-huh)
I'm tryna be the girl that you're talking to
And baby, you can be my American ha,
ha boy (you can be my)
You can be my American ha, ha boy
Why can't you say that you want it too?
I'm flying intercontinental with you
And maybe you can be my American ha, ha boy
You can be my American ha, ha
Is it right? I don't know,
but you're taking my control
Never been abroad before
Now I'm knocking through your door
But you're nice, so I'll stay
Never met a Swedish girl, you say?
No one treats me this way
Are all boys out here the same?