Roxy

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