PinkPantheress, Zara Larsson - Stateside + Zara Larsson

(Ah-ah-ah) I'm freezing outside, I feel my skin tight My coat is inside, but I look up at you I tracked your plane ride for when you're in tonight Tell me, when is the next time I'll run into you? It sounds insane, right? I'll take the same flight Wait at your bedside I'll land right next to you I'm going stateside Where I'll see you tonight Tell me, how did a girl like me get into you? (Into you) Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah You can be my American, ha, ha (ha, ha) Ha, ha, ha, ha (mwah) Is it right? I don't know But you're taking my control Never been abroad before Now I'm knocking through your door But you're nice, so I'll stay Never met a British girl, you say? No one treats me this way Are all boys out here the same? What can I say? (Uh-huh), what can I do? (Uh-huh) I'm tryna be the girl that you're talking to (you're talking to) And maybe you can be my American ha, ha boy (ah-ah-ah) You can be my American ha, ha boy (boy) Why can't you say that you want it too? (Too) I'm flying intercontinental with you And maybe you can be my American ha, ha boy (boy) You can be my American, ha, ha All the years I've put in for the American Dream Is it worth all the work if you can't be here with me? (Me) 'Cos I fly Stockholm to LA Leave my feelings on the plane Worries fade away (fade away) When I hit the stage I've been touring stateside Kissing my Swedish boy over FaceTime Who knew, opening up would make me a headline? Boots, that's my ego boost Schedule ain't been loose for a minute Yeah, I'm that girl, I've been it (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah) Oh, oh-oh, ooh, whoa-oh Oh-oh-oh, ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-ah What can I say? (Uh-huh) what can I do? (Uh-huh) I'm tryna be the girl that you're talking to (you're talking to) And maybe you can be my American ha, ha boy (ah-ah-ah) You can be my American ha, ha boy (boy) Why can't you say that you want it too? (Uh-huh) I'm flying intercontinental with you And maybe you can be my American ha, ha boy (hey, boy) You can be my American, ha, ha Is it right? I don't know But you're taking my control Never been abroad before Now I'm knocking through your door But you're nice, so I'll stay Never met a Swedish girl, you say? No one treats me this way Are all boys out here the same?