Amy is a wolverine
Her head's not screwed on straight; she just can't concentrate
Amy's dressed in black for the future queen
She's got an itchy-trigger finger, perfume it's the singer
What have you got to lose when your heart's just an organ?
What do you stand to prove,
When you're looking down your crooked nose at the world
So [buy/by] the books
When life is on the line
Can you take it, take it on the firing line
When Amy says [it/it's] so
Says why don't you take me, Amy
When Amy says [it/it's] so
Why don't you take me, my Amy
Amy's feeling like a [harlot during?] Halloween
The maker makes them plastic
Their faces break elastic
Amy's spinning like a scissor in a tornado
Her mind's controlled by radio
What have you got to prove when your heart's just an organ?
What do you stand to lose,
When you're looking down your crooked nose at the world
So [buy/by] the books
When life is on the line
Can you take it, take it on the firing line
When Amy says [it/it's] so
Says why don't you take me, Amy
When Amy says [it/it's] so
Says won't you take me, my Amy
When Amy says [it/it's] so
Say won't you take me, take me, my Amy, my Amy