F  Bb  F  Bb  F  Bb  C  Bb
F  Bb  F  Bb  Bb  

                    F             Bb
1. She comes out on Fridays every time
                   F
   Stands out in a line
   C                  Bb           F  F Bb F Bb Bb
    I could have been anyone she'd seen     
                     F             Bb
   She waits another week to fall apart
                             F
   She couldn't make another day
   C              Bb          C
    I wish it was anyone but me
                     Bb          C
   I could have been anyone you see
                     Gm             Bb
   She had something breakable just under her skin

   Dm         Bb                     F
R:  American girls all weather and noise
               C                      Dm
   Playing the changes for all of the boys
             Bb               F
   Holding a candle up to my hand
              C
   Making me feel so incredible

   Bb                F             Bb
2.  She comes out of closets every night
                 F
   But then she locks herself away
   C                     Bb             C
    Where she could keep anything from me
                     Bb          C
   I could have been anyone you see
                     Gm          Bb
   She's nothing but porcelain underneath her skin

R: American girls all weather and noise   
   Playing the changes for all of the boys
   Holding a candle right up to my hand  
   Making me feel so incredible

   F                Bb
*:  Little shivers shaking me everyday
   F                    Bb
    But I could get the same thing anywhere
   F          Bb
    So if she goes away
         Gm                C
   Well, it's alright and I'm okay
        F            Bb
   "Hey", she said, "Come back again tonight."
   F              Bb
    And I said "I might, I might, I might."
   F                 Bb
    She said "Well, that's alright.
   Gm                Am                 Dm
    If it's alright, it's alright with you
                         Gm        C       Bb
   then it's alright if it's alright with me

                   F                Bb
3. I waited for an hour last Friday night
                   F
   She never came around
   C                Bb         F    F Bb
    She took almost everything from me
                        F
   I'm going through my closets
                 Bb                    F
   Trying on her clothes, almost everyday
   C                Bb
    I could've been anyone you see
   C              Bb         C
    I wish it was anyone but me
                       Gm              Bb
   There's nothing but pills and ashes under my skin

R: American girls all weather and noise
   Playing the changes for all of the boys
   Holding a candle right up to my hand
   Making me feel so incredible

   If I made you cry, please tell me why
   Cause I'll try again if you let me try
   American girls, all feathers and cream
   Come into bed so edible