My credit card came in the mail I've got some time to spend with you. Sit in my Avalon and sail Let's rent a private room for two Your sunshine tattoo keeps me warm Even on the coldest days Your someday scripture gives me hope Every mile that you're away You're a foreigner and you know it I see the culture in your eyes Every day with you is summer That's the crack in your disguise I don't know how I should love you All of this, to me, is new I know the last man who loved you Knew exactly what to do Teach me how to give you pleasure 'Cause I don't got a f**ing clue I know the last man who touched you Knew exactly what to do Blonde American Girl I wanna break you into pieces and put you back together slow 'Cause you're a fire in my eyes that doesn't spread and doesn't grow And it's a calming state to be in. Watching how you move. Maybe the last man who loved you, didn't really love you.