GCAmD
Oh Roxy, don't you love me
GCAmD
Is it because I'm American
GCAmDG
Maybe it's because I don't grope you and your friends
CAmDG
Like the fool behind you now, dancing halfway down your pants
GBC
Somewhere near the border of Spain and France
DG
A bottle of bad red wine in my head
GBC
Sixty Francs to look like a fool and dance
DG
Mechanics understand not what I said
GBC
Thinking 'bout the time that I had, how sad
DCG
Her one-word shirt describes my plight in red
GCGCGCCAmDG
And her name is a reoccurring theme
GBC
Start a move that everyone knows, the awkward pose
DG
And in the mean time, her eyes finding me
GBC
Reluctantly I start the approach, her eyes they glow
DG
But it's not glee, it's fear, that's why she flees
GBC
Sing of girls I wish that I knew, her eyes rung true
DCG
Her one-word short now stabbing, sparkling blue
CCAmD
And her name is a barely flickering flame
GCAmD
Oh Roxy, don't you love me
GCAmD
Is it because I'm American
GCAmDG
Maybe it's because I don't grope you and your friends
GCAmD
Like the fool behind you now, dancing halfway down your pants
GCAmDG
Roxy's spinning around or is it me that's down
GCAmD
How many fingers do I see, is it three by now
GCAmD
Stands on top of the stairs and screams for who, who cares
GCAmDG
All that matters now is my eyes, like Apollo's, become clear
GBC
Somewhere near the border of pain and romance
DG
Her name is undetermined as of yet
GBC
Potential for a Roxy again has always been
DG
The hardest part to get out of head
GBC
Comes full circle all in the end, I hope
DCG
Could one-word shirts in songs be just a joke
CGCCAmD
And her name is a never-ever-ending game
GCAmD
Oh Roxy, don't you love me
GCAmD
Why do I gotta be American
GCAmDG
Maybe it's because I don't grope you and your friends
CAmDG
Like the fool behind you now dancing halfway down your pants
(Play chorus riff for this part and end on G!)
Oh Roxy, Oh Roxy, love me the guy who's down your pants