Her eyes are blue, her hair is long,
And she’s the reason he writes love songs.
Her name is Amy, he thinks she’s lovely,
Oh Amy high above me -
And I don’t know just
Where to go from here.

He calls her every day,
Says Baby how’re things going?
He writes her love songs,
Just to make her dreams come true,
And I don’t know exactly
What I’ll do.

Her skin is fair, her lips are red,
She’s a goddess sleeping in a mortal’s bed,
He brings her roses, he makes the coffee,
He wants his Amy, he’ll never love me,
And I don’t quite believe
He’s ever moving on.

And last night he got down on one knee,
Said Amy will you marry me,
You’re all I’ve ever wanted, oh,
Amy be my wife.

Cause Amy is beautiful, Amy’s his life,
She’s his muse, she’s his angel,
She’s gonna be his fairy tale bride,
And I don’t want to be the one
To chase his sunshine away,
So it looks like his perfect Amy
Is gonna stay.