America's Sweetheart

[Verse 1] No, there ain't nothing that I gotta prove You think your words will make me black and blue But I, I think I'm pretty with these old boots on I think it's funny when I drink too much, hey You try and change me, you can go to hell Cause I don't want to be nobody else I like the chip I got in my front teeth And I got bad tattoos you won't believe [Pre-Chorus] So kick out the jams, kick up the soul Pour another glass of that rock and roll Turn up the band, fire in the hole Gonna lose control tonight [Chorus] What do you want from me? I'm not America's sweetheart So beat the drum with me, I'm not America's sweetheart Well, they say I'm too loud for this town So I lit a match and burned it down What do you want from me, I'm not America's sweetheart But you love me anyway [Verse 2] My hands are dirty and my heart is cold The boys I've been with say I got no soul When I, I meet another honey at the bar I'll think it's funny when I break his heart, mmm now My kind of medicine is whiskey straight I got a mouth to put you in your place And they, they said I'll never be the poster type But they don't make posters of my kind of life [Pre-Chorus] + [Chorus] + [Pre-Chorus] + [Chorus] [Outro] I'm not America's sweetheart, no, no, no