To All Of You

To all of you American girls
I’d like to be part of the world around you
Watching the world from the bright side
To all of you American girls in the movies
No one can tell where your heart is
American girls like dollies
Which shines and smiles in plastic body
I wish I had American girlfriend
I cry sometimes walking around my own place
Wondering why she cry sometimes
Talking about her own place
Somewhere around the mountains
No one could dry her fountain
Till she got tired to complain
That’s when I fly
To wild land to your land