Amy

Spent all last night on the telephone

Just to tell you your favorite song's on the radio

And I hoped you might come home with my t-shirt on

And nothing underneath

You said: Oh boy, I'd rather leave

Oh Amy, it's what you do to me

I met all my friends on the interstate

Blasting Billie Jean on the stereo

Talkin' 'bout in high school how we swore

We'd never turn out like we did

We said we'd drown into the sea

Oh Amy, you're my favourite disease

And we sing!

It's what you do to me

That makes me feel so numb

We'll call it tragedy

We'll never see the Sun

Rise over New York City

Oh my God, you look so pretty

And you'll say

It's what you do to me

Spent all my cash on comic books

So I took my VCR to the rodeo

Built a home of sticks and stones on a one-way-trip

To where I'd rather be

You said you loved all that you see

Oh Amy, it's how it's supposed to be

And we sing!

It's what you do to me

That makes me feel so numb

We'll call it tragedy

We'll never see the Sun-

Rise over New York City

Oh my God, you look so pretty

And you'll say

And I'm sinking like a stone a mile below the ocean

Cutting your name an inch into my chest, my chest

And I wish I shook you up like a can of cherry soda

Wish I took a part of what could've been

Tell it like it is and always is

'Cause babe, it never gets as good as this

It's what you do to me

That makes me feel so numb

(Don't want it as good as this)

We'll call it tragedy

(Don't want it as good as this)

We'll never see the Sun—

Rise over New York City

Oh my God, you look so pretty

And you'll say

It's what you do to me

Spent all last night on the telephone

Just to tell you your favorite song's on the radio

And I hoped you might come home with my t-shirt on

And nothing underneath

You said you loved me but you'd leave

(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Oh Amy, it's what you do to me

(It's what you do to me!)

Oh Amy, it's what you do to me

(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Oh Amy, it's what you do to me