Let's change tables, let's change T-shirts
Sit by the window, watching the people
You can be your style, I'll be my style
It's actually kinda just your style and my style
You are my best friend, but we still kiss though
I'm trying new things, I'm buying crystals
Hand me my rifle, hand me my hairtie
If anyone fucks with us, baby, then bye-bye
Mm, Miss America
I love seeing the country with you
City girl and a rebel from the suburbs
If I lose you, then I'll never find another
Mm, in America
So much I wanna say to you
Headlines in the New York Times
If I lose you, then I'll probably be fine
Ready for action, ready to get hurt
Fresh out of college, we obviously flirt
Three years later, see how we're changing
Mostly the same, but still rearranging
You are my best friend, but we still fuck though
We crashed the car once, now we just go slow
Hand me my rifle, show me a blue sky
If anyone fucks with us, baby, then bye-bye
Mm, Miss America
I love seeing the country with you
City girl and a rebel from the suburbs
If I lose you, then I'll never find another
Mm, in America
So much I wanna say to you
Headlines in the New York Times
If I lose you, then I'll probably be fine
I put my lighter in the sky
Fuck what they say, you're mine
I'm seeing stars, no stripes
Babe, no nation-state
Could take you and I
You're the love of my life
Mm, Miss America
I love seeing the country with you
City girl and a rebel from the suburbs
If I lose you, I'll never find another
Mm, Miss America
I love seeing the country with you
City girl and a rebel from the suburbs
If I lose you, I'll never find another
Mm, in America
So much I wanna say to you
Headlines in the New York Times
If I lose you, then I'll probably be fine
