American Girls and French Kisses - Beach Slang

They stick to my tongue, the kisses you threw at me

I’m falling in love with Xs and ecstasy

I tripped on my tongue and fell into wild things

Peel off your guts, punch me romantically

I burned out on luck, it never did much for me

Tonight, let’s be young and light up these sleeping streets

It’s Friday night and I’m in the basement

Screaming out my lungs with my best friends

I hope when I die, I feel this alive

Shake off the dust, lace up your fighting teeth

It’s less that I’m dumb and more awkward socially

I’m hiding in drugs, but hoping you’ll wait for me

It’s Friday night and I’m in the basement

Screaming out my lungs with my best friends

I hope when I die, I feel this alive

American girls and French kisses

American girls and French kisses

American girls and French kisses

American girls and French kisses