"His own style, right down to his diesel jeans
Imobile, i can't think by any means
Underwhere petes at the top
I'll let you know where you should stop
From the picture my mind drew
I know I'd look good on you
Amy Amy Amy
Although i've been here before
Amy Amy Amy
Your just to hard to ignore
Masculin you spin a spell
I think you'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Wheres my morel parallel
Creative energy abused
All my lyrics go unused
When i clock black hair blue eyes
I drift off i fantasize"
amy, amy, amy
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