Rapped her in a cigarette
Babe what would you drink with that
And i ask if she likes chardonnay
She says she's getting down anyway
Yeah
And now she's got you counting minutes
No doubt about the second she hits
At least i don't go down on me
I'm waiting for aaaaaaaaamy
I'm waiting for amy
She starts in your knees and toes
Start feeling every piece of clothes
And your the only one in here
Floating round mid-air
Yeah
Now she's got you counting stars
Your really chasing lights on cars,
Now she's got you in her grip
Your under amy
Your under amy
Your in lalalalalalaland with amy
Your in lalalalalalaland with amy
Your in lalalalalalaland with amy
Now everyone around you babe over exaggerating
And here's the situation
Everybody let me hear ya
Writer(s): Patrick Dorgan, Nick Lee Jerlung, Kasper Daugaard, Mik Thybo
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