She gets high
She gets low
She lives her life straight
Just like Serpico
She starts to sneeze and annouces "Bless me"
Wipes her nose on the shirt that says "Kill Whitey"
She takes away the hurt real fine
Kinda like listenin' to Jimi or Patsy Kline
Whirlin around in the air
People say she's crazy but she just don't care
And if I could see through Amy's eyes
Chances are i would realize
Somehow she sees bluer skies than I do
She digs The Seeds and Johnny Cash
But she hates Courtney Love with a passion
She's got a mom she calls Denise
Her daddy cuts hair, but he always wanted to be a priest
Heaven knows where she's from
She blows me away just like a machine gun
And if I could see through Amy's eyes
Chances are I would realize
somehow she sees bluer skies than I do
If I believe in myself
If I were somebody else
I'd run right up to her and say
"Your faith is my pride
I gotta have you beside me"
And if I could see through Amy's eyes
Chances are I would realize
Somehow she sees bluer skies than I do
And if I could see through Amy's eyes
Chances are I'd be satisfied
Somehow she sees bluer skies than I do
