Elle King - America's Sweetheart

No, there ain't nothing that I gotta prove

You think your words will make me black and blue, but I

I think I'm pretty with these old boots on

I think it's funny when I drink too much, hey

You tryna change me, you can go to hell

Cause I don't wanna be nobody else

I like the chip I got in my front teeth

And I got bad tattoos you won't believe



So kick out the jams, kick up the soul

Pour another glass of that rock and roll

Turn up the band, fire in the hole

Gonna lose control tonight



What do you want from me

I'm not America's sweetheart

So beat the drum with me

I'm not America's sweetheart

Well, they say I'm too loud

For this town

So I lit a match

And burned it down

What do you want from me

I'm not America's sweetheart

But you love me anyway



My hands are dirty and my heart is cold

Them boys I've been with say I got no soul, when I

I need another honey at the bar

I'll think it's funny when I break his heart

My kind of medicine is whiskey straight

I got a mouth to put you in your place, and they

They said I'll never be the poster type

But they don't make posters of my kind of life