Amy Amy Amy
Although I’ve been here before
Amy Amy Amy
He’s just too hard to ignore
Masculine you spin a spell
I think you’d wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Where’s my moral parallel?
It takes me half an hour to write a verse
He makes me imagine it from bad to worse
My weakness for the other sex
Every time his shoulders flex
The way the shirt hangs off his back
My train of thought spins right off track

—Amy Winehouse, Amy Amy Amy