Spent all last night on the telephone just to tell you your favorite songs on the radio And I hoped you might come home with my t-shirt on and nothing underneath You said, oh boy, I'd rather leave Oh, Amy, it's what you do to me I met all my friends on the interstate blast and Billie Jean on the stereo Talking about in high school how we swore we'd never turn out like we did We said we'd drown her to a sea Oh, Amy, you're my favorite disease We said, it's what you do to me That makes me feel so numb We'll call it tragedy We'll never see the sun Rise over New York City Oh, my God, you look so pretty Oh, you see It's what you do to me Spent all my cash on comic books so I took my VCR to the rodeo Built a home of sticks and stones on a one-way trip to where I'd rather be You said you loved all that you see Oh, Amy, it's how it's supposed to be We said, it's what you do to me That makes me feel so numb We'll call it tragedy We'll never see the sun Rise over New York City Oh, my God, you look so pretty Oh, you see And I'm sinking like a stone in my beloved ocean Cutting your name an inch into my chest My chest And I wish I shook you up like a can of cherry soda Wish I took apart what could have been Tell it like it is, it always is Keep praying it never gets as good as this It's what you do to me That makes me feel so numb We'll call it tragedy We'll never see the sun Rise over New York City Oh, my God, you look so pretty Oh, you see It's what you do to me Spent all last night on the telephone Just to tell you your favorite songs on the radio And I hoped you might come home with my T-shirt on and nothing underneath You said you loved me, but you bleed Oh, Amy It's what you do to me Oh, Amy It's what you do to me Oh, Amy It's what you do to me