I’m not America’s Sweetheart, and I’m ok with it…
Elle King America’s Sweetheart
Every once in awhile, you hear a song and you know it’s your song. The song that represents who you are and how you feel. I found one of those songs. Elle King’s “America’s Sweetheart” is that song for me.
To give you some background, I have never been one of those people who needs to be the center of attention or surrounded by others. I have never felt an overwhelming need to be popular. I do, however, feel the need to be an authentic version of myself, flaws and all. I have been cursed with self awareness, so much so, that I am acutely and painfully aware of my strengths and weaknesses. I am just me. I am loyal to a fault, which can be a blessing and a curse. I can messy and disorganized, have you ever seen my desk? But I can get things done. Once I set a goal, there is no stopping me, again a blessing and a curse. It all depends if you’re standing in my way or on the bandwagon, meaning sit back and enjoy the show or get out of my way.
This song speaks to me because I have never really cared much what other people think of me. If you’re important to me, then I care. If you aren’t in my life, your opinion is nothing more than a passing thought given the weight it deserves. Growing up in journalism, I was constantly getting feedback. I developed a really thick skin. I don’t take most things personally, even when faced with unfair criticism. I take it in stride and try to show those people they were wrong.
I feel like “America’s Sweetheart” is an in your face, I know who I am and that’s exactly who I want to be kind of song. I want to drive around with the windows down, play it as loudly as I can while singing at the top of my lungs. Here’s to hoping that you find your song.
“America’s Sweetheart”
You think your words will make me black and blue
But I, I think I’m pretty with these old boots on
I think its 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 believeSo 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 tonightWhat do you want from me, I’m not America’s sweetheart
So beat the drum with me, I’m not America’s sweetheartWell 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 sweet heart
But you love me anyway
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 its 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
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
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
You love me anyway [x2]
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole, holler if you ready,
Gonna lose control
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
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
You love me anyway [x2]
I’m not America’s sweetheart
