Credit card & american girl

My credit card came in the mail
I've got some time to spend with you.
Sit in my Avalon and sail
Let's rent a private room for two
Your sunshine tattoo keeps me warm
Even on the coldest days
Your someday scripture gives me hope
Every mile that you're away

You're a foreigner and you know it
I see the culture in your eyes
Every day with you is summer
That's the crack in your disguise

I don't know how I should love you
All of this, to me, is new
I know the last man who loved you
Knew exactly what to do
Teach me how to give you pleasure
'Cause I don't got a fucking clue
I know the last man who touched you
Knew exactly what to do

Blonde American Girl

I wanna break you into pieces and put you back together slow
'Cause you're a fire in my eyes that doesn't spread and doesn't grow
And it's a calming state to be in. Watching how you move.
Maybe the last man who loved you, didn't really love you.