She's the warm morning air on Memorial Day
She's a walk-off run at the first home game
The smell of fresh cut grass and pink lemonade
The kind of magic you can't explain

And I would try all night for the big door prize
With just a twenty in my pocket under neon lights
I swear to God
I'm on fire just like those stars in her eyes
The way she colored my life like the Fourth of July

Red like my face when she told me she liked me
White like her shirt that came off in the back seat
Blue like her tongue when she's drinking an Icee
She's my American baby

It's the torn out page of a smut magazine
It's a flashlight tap at the drive-in screen
Oh, it's the last slow dance with the homecoming queen
Late nights at seventeen

She's the game-winning shot as the crowd goes wild
Under the stadium lights, I can't believe that she's mine
I swear to God
I'm on fire just like those stars in her eyes
The way she colored my life like the Fourth of July

Red like my face when she told me she liked me
White like her shirt that came off in the back seat
Blue like her tongue when she's drinking an Icee
She's my American baby

Oh, oh
Oh, American baby
Oh, oh
American baby

Red like my face when she told me she liked me
White like her shirt that came off in the back seat
Blue like her tongue when she's drinking an Icee
She's my American baby