she don't write songs

she may be pretty got more money than me but she don't write

songs about you. she's always cooking and studying books and

but she don't write songs about you. there's a place that's good for me got money skies and fruity

trees and trust me love is on the way. baby baby satisfaction

fills the air and holds me close like teddy bears and it's a

sunshiny day even when it's cold and dark outside

inside the

sexy people screaming that they love me cause i'm macy gray. crazy crazy

when the party ends and all the angels are

my friends they see me they say: hey hey

she may be pretty got more money than me but she don't write

songs about you. she's always cooking and studying books and

but she don't write songs about you. in this place the things i cherish last forever and whoever

enters has a song to sing. they go: lalalalalalalalalala