You're an anomaly that's a thing without a name you're worming it out of me and this worm you cannot
change I want to drive you up the wall I want to treat you like a doll I want to write it out in
blood I want an oriental rug on a star spangled night my love you can rest your head on my shoulder
and by the dawn's early light my love I will defend your right to cry I want to be there at your
trial I want a Love American Style cause I'm a former young american and I don't know if it's real
or re-run there's something you ought to know before you think you understand I'm invisible and I've
got a robot friend I want to tie you to a post I want to make you tea and toast I want to be there
at your trial I want a love american style.
