Audrey Macy

Audrey macy isn't lazy, she just never tries

Just like any trust fund baby, hard to pacify

You could give the world to her

She'd ask you for the sky

It's never quite enough

She keeps her bedroom messy

But it's not without its charm

Her clock is underneath the rug

To muffle the alarm

She wakes up when she pleases

But she still finds time to yawn

It's never quite enough

And the name sounds familiar

And the face you know all too well

Don't believe all that you read

I've seen the way she rolls

It's absolutely, positively, hell (la-la-la-la…)

She spent the '90s in the roll

Of tabloid millionaire

But truth be told, she's gotten old

Now no one seems to care

She'd take the place uptown

But daddy's second ex lives there

And they don't get along

Now she is an artist, has a home in astor place

She paints her view of 7a and practices the bass

She memorizes poetry to help her compensate

She isn't smart enough

Now the name's unfamiliar

And the face does not ring a bell

Don't believe all that you read

She had so much yesterday

But I guess that's how it goes

It goes away (la-la-la-la)

Audrey's daddy dies one day

(So young for heaven's sake)

She planted twenty little pills

Inside his birthday cake

She paid off cal the coroner

On the first night of the wake

Soon she'll have enough

Mr macy wasn't crazy

She was out to kill

A clever man, he spent it all

Left nothing in the will

Now daddy's little girl will

Have to work to pay the bills

She'll never have enough, never quite enough

It's never quite enough