Wrapped 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 Amy
I’m waiting for Amy
She starts in your knees and toes
Start' feeling every piece of clothes
And you’re the only one in here
Floating 'round mid-air, yeah
And now she’s got you counting stars
You’re really chasing lights on cars
Now she’s got you in her grip
You’re under Amy
You’re under Amy
You’re in la-la-la-la-la-la-land with Amy
You’re in la-la-la-la-la-la-land with Amy
You’re in la-la-la-la-la-la-land with Amy
Now everyone around you baby
Over-exaggerating
And here’s the situation
Everybody let me hear ya', yeah
La-la-la-la-la-la-land with Amy
Oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-land with Amy
You’re in la-la-la-la-la-la-land with Amy
Oh, you’re in la-la-la-la-la-la-land with Amy