歌词
You never cross my mind
As I crossed all of those borderlines
It's an awful thing to say
I'm sorry, but I was slipping away
I slipped away
Mary Lou's a drifter
Oh, she bummed her own luck and her ride
And her seven draws split those one nights
Well, it's nice to meet you
And you're very English, well ain't that swell
Come on, kid, let's give 'em hell
Those American girls
Those American girls
Those American girls
Those American girls
They make it easy
Just 45's
Young dust in lust in the three o'clock wind
I lost quick lovers to slow gin
Well, I was happy chasing
Your skirt, happy bracing
Then I skipped across the world
You never cross my mind
As I crossed all of those borderlines
It's an awful thing to say
I'm sorry, but I was slipping away
Oh, I slipped away
Those American girls
Those American girls
Those American girls
Those American girls
They make it easy
