One leg resting on the chair
Although I've been here before
Although I've been here before
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
So where's my moral parallel?
Although I've been here before
Masculine, you spin a spell
Masculine, he spins a spell
Masculine, he spins a spell, yeah
Although I've been here before
I walk past his desk in heels
Now from the picture my mind drew
His own style, right down to his Diesel jeans
Immobile, I can't think by any means
It takes me half an hour to write a verse
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
I think he'd wear me well
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
Masculine, he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me well, yeah
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
Where's my moral parallel?
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
He's just too hard to ignore
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
You're too hard to ignore
I think you'd wear me well
Masculine, you spin a spell
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
He makes me imagine it from bad to worse
So where's my moral parallel?
Creative energy abused
Oh, he's just too hard to ignore
Underwear peeks out the top
From the side he pulls my hair
My weakness for the other sex
I think you'd wear me well
He's just too hard to ignore
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
My train of thought spins right off track
So where's my moral parallel?
I drift off, I fantasize
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
I know I'd look good on you
He's just too hard to ignore
And all my lyrics go unused
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
And just to show him how it feels
I think he'd wear me well
The way the shirt hangs off his back
And when I clock black hair blue eyes
(Amy, Amy, Amy)
I'll let you know when you should stop
Although I've been here before
Every time his shoulders flex
