Amy amy amy, my Treasured Lioness

As I hold your symphonic voice in my arms

I realize that you had just

self expressed yourself to death now nothing’s left.

Amy, Amy, Amy

What’s my world without Amy?

Like smoke, you will hang around and in my unbalance

Your yea’s, oh’s, and woah’s

Everyone wanted a piece, but didn’t want to deal with you.

There’s a selfishness, Amy

They say, “Pretty bird, pretty bird, pretty bird

You sound so pretty when you cry

So pretty bird, pretty bird, pretty bird,

You’re so pretty that there’s no need to fly,

No need to try, and be the best you can be

but pretty bird, please don’t die”

They cannot deny you.

I will not deny you.

Amy, Amy, Amy,

My Treasured Lioness

You pacify my ache

When loneliness wakes.