And it goes like this...
How to make an Amy
Ingredients:
5 parts anger
1 part brilliance
1 part empathy
Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little wisdom if desired!
Personality cocktail
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Princess cards
She sends me with her regards
Barroom eyes shine vacancy,
To see her
You gotta look hard
Wounded deep in battle,
I stand stuffed
Like some soldier undaunted
To her cheshire smile.
I'll stand on file,
She's all I ever wanted
But you let your blue walls
Get in the way of these facts
Honey, get your carpetbaggers
Off my back.
You wouldn't even give me
Time to cover my tracks
You said
Here's your mirror
And your ball and jacks
But they're not what I came for,
And I’m sure you see that too
I came for you, for you,
I came for you,
But you did not need my urgency
I came for you, for you,
I came for you,
But your life was one long
Emergency
And your cloud line urges me,
And my electric surges free
Crawl into my ambulance,
Your pulse is getting weak
Reveal yourself all now to me girl
While you've got the strength to speak
'Cause they're waiting for you
At bellevue with their oxygen masks
But I could give it all to you now
If only you could ask
And don't call for your surgeon
Even he says it’s too late
It's not your lungs this time,
It's your heart that holds your fate
Don't give me money,
Honey, I don't want it back
You and your pony face
And your union jack
Well take your local joker
And teach him how to act
I swear I was never that way
Even when I really cracked
Didn't you think
I knew that you were born
With the power of a locomotive
Able to leap tall buildings
In a single bound?
And your chelsea suicide
With no apparent motive
You could laugh
And cry in a single sound
And your strength is devastating
In the face of all these odds
Remember how I kept you waiting
When it was my turn to be the god?
You were not quite half so proud
When I found you broken on the beach
Remember how I poured salt on your tongue
And hung just out of reach
And the band they played
The homecoming theme
As I caressed your cheek
They ragged, jagged melody
She still clings to me
Like a leach
But that medal
You wore on your chest
Always got in the way
Like a little girl
With a trophy so soft
To buy her way
We were both hitchhikers
But you had your ear
Tuned to the roar
Of some metal-tempered engine
On an alien, distant shore
So you,
Left to find a better reason
Than the one we were living for
And it's not
That nursery mouth
I came back for
It's not the way
You're stretched out on the floor
'Cause I've broken
All your windows and
I've rammed through all your doors
And who am I to ask
You to lick my sores?
And you should know
That's true