Macy Gray Lyrics

Album: THE TROUBLE WITH BEING MYSELF

She Don't Write Songs Lyrics

She may be pretty got more money than me but she don't write

 Songs about you. She's always cooking and studying books and

 But she don't write songs about you.

 

 There's a place that's good for me got money skies and fruity

 Trees and trust me love is on the way. Baby baby satisfaction

 Fills the air and holds me close like teddy bears and it's a 

 Sunshiny day even when it's cold and dark outside, inside the

 Sexy people screaming that they love me cause I'm macy gray.

 Crazy crazy, when the party ends and all the angels are

 My friends they see me they say: hey hey

 

 She may be pretty got more money than me but she don't write

 Songs about you. She's always cooking and studying books and

 But she don't write songs about you.

 

 In this place the things I cherish last forever and whoever

 Enters has a song to sing. They go: "lalalalalalalalalala, 

 Dooobeedooo." Even when it's cold and dark outside, inside

 The sexy people screaming that they love me cause I'm macy

 Gray. Crazy crazy, when the party never ends and all the

 Angels are my friends they see me they say: hey hey.

 

 She may be pretty got more money than me but she don't write

 Songs about you. She may be smarter, her bosoms are larget

 But she don't write songs about you. She'll give you good head

 And she'll make up your bed, but she don't write songs about

 You. You think she's for you, but she'll only bore you but she

 Don't write songs about you.

 

 My cherie amour, looking at the front door, sweet thang, hit

 Me baby one more time - betcha think this song is about you,

 Couldn't-a wrote it without you - it goes: la la la. It goes: la

 La la. Crazy crazy. Jmj in the house.

 

 She may be pretty got more money than me but she don't write

 Songs about you. This song's about you baby - it's all

 About you baby - she don't write songs about you she'll give

 You good head and she'll make up the bed but she don't write

 Songs about you. You'll think she's for you but she'll only bore

 You cuz she don't write songs about you. She'll do your dishes

 And feed all your fishes but she don't write songs about you.

 She don't write about you. They go la la. La