Lyrics She Don't Write Songs

She may be pretty got more money than me
But she don’t write songs about you
She’s always cooking and studying books
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
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 larger
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
Wweet 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