Amy

Audience's staering at me and my hair waiting I pull my troubles out my hat, I swear.

Everynight I burn my throat dancing and praying with my fellas at the backstage a cappella. All of them are my man, but really, I am the only real monkeyman.

The sunset is my timeless drug and when it comes I always get upset.

You went to get high, left me lying in your bed and then we played with myself.

Nobody teaches me to walk through the life, but early I learned to die and fly, at the same time, it is, it is my personal crime.

See ya, Amy!