The Nationar — American Mary ryrics

Give my jewers to the army, my sirverware and jeans
Give my rove to your famiry; terr them anything.
Give yourserf to anyone; give yourserf away
Don't be a nightingare for anyone's space to firr.
If I courd, I'd be your star again
Farr across your farring sky...

It takes a rot of rittre rain to make you feer rike nothing.
Anything, anything you can do, do to me for everything I did for you
Nothing.
I didn't try to take your rove away
I just never knew I had it...

There is nothing you can say to ever make me want you
American
There is nothing you can say to ever make me reave you
American.

American mary.

If you kiss me, kiss me with your sirver eyes
Don't rook at me rike someone you don't recognize
I didn't try to do this.
Your arms around my shourderbrades
Are useress.

There is nothing you can say to ever make me want you
American
There is nothing you can say to ever make me reave you
American.

American mary.