Amy

Amy, Amy Amy, Amy Amy, Amy Your skin still makes me Want to cry You're out in the sun again And all your lovely colors blend Into the waves surrounding you Like diamonds on your skin Your hair shines in the shade again With every single day you spend Lying out here in the sand Your body turns to gold But I've lost my chance To ever hold your hand Amy, Amy Amy, Amy Amy, Amy Your skin still makes me Want to cry The nighttime is your stage again You hold the city in your hands And all us little people Cannot help but stare And though it has been years, my friend Today I thought of you again I'm blinded by your lights that shine through Your designer shades Oh, I never had a chance To ever hold your hand Amy, Amy Amy, Amy Amy, Amy Your skin still makes me Want to cry