Pick my namenCall my numbernPull me undernDrag me downnnStereophonicnHi-fi bondagenYeah she's on itnLike the deaf explaining soundnnIt's the characteristic assassinationnOf the pixelated generationnThe photogenic violationnOf a shutter closing downnn[Chorus]nThere's flames and bullets in the streetnAmerican girls got me beatnI'm naked on this leashnAmerican girls with American dreamsnWalk on mennAnd her eyesnAre the sky, blue and widenDropping bombs, planting minesnShe paints my world in rednnWhen it hurtsnI admit it could be worsenIt's a sin and it's a cursenLike her motel Bible saysnnShe misinterprets my expectationsnMakes dirty word-extrapolationsnMet with violent confrontationnOver things she said I saidnn[Chorus]nnCommunicationnComplicationnDiplomatic negotiationsnFuckin' up my situationnn[Chorus]nnAmerican Girls (walk on me)nAmerican Girls (walk on me)nAmerican Girls (walk on me)nAmerican Girls (walk on me)