Painted American woman stands strong
on every corner weeks after
bombs landed on Pearl Harbor
How can I hold her in my arms
if the ground beneath us is trembling?

This proud country is filled with oppression
misunderstandings, injustice, and hate
But isn't their still love?
The blue on our flag reminds me
of her lovely eyes, and the red is the blood
I would spill for her fair skin. Isn't this love?

I will fight for the painted American woman
I see her everyday on my lonely walks
with her long hair wrapped up,
staring into the clouds of the sky
praying that every bullet that
is fired towards me will perish and fade away

I'll fight and **** so I can sit next to her,
Share wine with her, share everything with her
I **** to hold her hand in a free american world
while this country is unfair, I'll die for
her and a new tomorrow.