For the 4th. Memories of my own teenage years.
VERSE 1
Ripped Jeans, only drinks whiskey
I find him by the fire while his girl was getting friskey, ohh
I say we go this road tonight
He smiles, his arms around her
but his eyes are holdin me, just a captive to his wonder, ohh
I say we go this road tonight
PRE-CHORUS
now I know that that's your girl, I mean no disrespect
The way that shirt hugs you chest boy, I just won't forget
I'll be sittin her, drinking my whiskey
I won't say goodnight unless I think ya might miss me, ohh
CHORUS
Be my All-American boy tonight
where everyday's the 4th of July
and its alright, alright
And we can keep this up till the morning light
and you can hold me deep in your eyes
and its alright, alright
be my, be my
my All-American boy
VERSE 2
Ripped jeans, tight shirt
he lights a cigarette you know I'm glad that she can't stand it, ohh
I drink the moonlight from his eyes
Now hold there, just a moment
I want to take this in now we don't need no photo of it, no
we should go this road tonight
PRECHURS 2
now I know that that's your girl, and I don't give a damn
she's been cusin and cryin, she don't know what she has
so I'll be, sittin here, tryin hold down my whiskey,
you tell your girl good night cause somebody'd like to kiss me, ohh
CHORUS
Be my All-American boy tonight
where everyday's the 4th of July
and its alright, alright
And we can keep this up till the morning light
and you can hold me deep in your eyes
and its alright, alright
be my, be my
my All-American boy
BRIDGE:
Of all the girls and boys to look my way
Ain't no body ever hit me this way
so won't you come back with me
and lay with me a while
I'm gonna wrestle you out of them clothes,
leave that beautiful body exposed,
and you can have my heart and my soul and my body...
just be mine
GUITAR SOLO
DOWN CHORUS
Be my All-American boy tonight
baby you light my fire
its gonna be alright, alright!
CHORUS
Be my All-American boy tonight
where everyday's the 4th of July
and its alright, alright
And we can keep this up till the morning light
and you can hold me deep in your eyes
and its alright, alright
be my, be my...
just, be my, be my...
my All-American boy
3 comments:
You know those songs that sum up your feelings on a subject so perfectly, it's scary? This song does that with my eros. A clean-cut, patriotic, smart-yet-humble small town boy who treats me like a best friend and not a girlfriend, who makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the world. Watching fireworks with a great guy sounds awesome. One day...
I wonder what the conversation was at the end of the video? Did the singer apologize and backpedal into the closet, or did the crush accept the singer's feelings but tell him that they could never have that kind of relationship? I nice touch on the director's part, and your interpretation probably reveals a lot about you and your view of people like this. I prefer the version where friend says, "I don't care who you like, but it ain't happening between us."
-Sean
Apparently, the man playing the crush in the video was a former model named "Taylor" on a porn site I've perused in the past. Called Frat Men, the site features handsome and well-built straight collegiate athletes and frat boys masturbating in the setting of a rather nice- and large- house that may be located in the Southwest. Over the past couple of years, it has also expanded to a couple brother sites that feature the roster of housemates in nude frat shenanigans and sexual encounters, mostly kissing and oral. The latter have a mixture of typical male humor and genuine tenderness and passion captured in long continuous takes, a combination that is far more arousing to me than the faked attraction and of the big studios' choreographed scenes.
-Sean
Fantastic!
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