American Boy

Alcohol is a crazy thing.  Actually it's a powerful thing!  It gives me endless self confidence, sensational dance moves, and the voice of an angel...Well, in my head.  It's all fun and games until someone videos you!  Let me prefix by saying I hate the sound of my voice.  Not in like a "I hate hearing myself on a voicemail" but like sometimes I hear myself talk, and it's literally nails-on-a-chalkboard, jealous of Helen Keller's ears type-cringe.  With that being said, tell me why I went out drinking a couple weeks ago (like always, I was over-served...) and tell me why I was compelled to go on stage to sing karaoke.  As if that wasn't traumatic enough, somehow in my drunk stupor, I decided it would be a great idea to sing a duet with a random stranger.  We chose to sing American Boy...but why did I feel confident to sing the Estelle part?!  I will cut to the chase did not go well!  It's like I voluntarily public-shamed myself.  Whenever I think to myself "Why am I single?"  ....🎼"Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA
I really want to come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy🎶" flashes through my head!  #ForeverSingle