| You’re my queen of punk, you’re the best of fuck, you’re turning all the trash
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| into a piece of jazz,
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| You’re making me sick, but I have to admit: I’m falling I’m falling I’m falling
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| in love…
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| Amy, my Amy, don’t blame me for falling in love
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| Amy, my Amy, don’t blame me for falling in love
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| You’re so jazzy, you’re so trashy, you’re so retro, you’re like the signs in
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| the metro?
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| You’re my princess of sleaze, listen to my confession please…
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| I give my brain an evening off and listen to your stuff???
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| Your face undoubted my thought cause you give me hope???
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| Amy, my Amy, don’t blame me for falling in love
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| Amy, my Amy, don’t blame me for falling in love
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| You’re getting dressed like a widow cause you don’t hate yourself in the
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| morning cause you sleep till noon,
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| And you say rehabs for quitters and for shitters
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| Amy, my Amy, don’t blame me for falling in love
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| Amy, my Amy, don’t blame me for falling in love |