Amy Lyrics

My baby tries too hard.
She melts into you.
Her boots are meltin' to you.

You're thinking that it's true love again.
Amy, it's goin' too slow for me.

All the way from Chattanooga,
To where you take your boots off,
All the way from Baton Rouge
Or to where you roam,
From the shores of Massachusetts It's how you tuck your boots in,
It's your heart and soul.
From the New York streets that you call your home...

My baby tries too hard.
Who cares if your sole never ever leaves a hole now?

You're thinking that it's true love and then...

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