Lyrics:

She may be pretty got more money than me but she donÂ't write
Songs about you. SheÂ's always cooking and studying books and
But she donÂ't write songs about you.

ThereÂ's a place thatÂ'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 itÂ's a
Sunshiny day even when itÂ's cold and dark outside, inside the
Sexy people screaming that they love me cause IÂ'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 donÂ't write
Songs about you. SheÂ's always cooking and studying books and
But she donÂ'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 itÂ's cold and dark outside, inside
The sexy people screaming that they love me cause IÂ'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 donÂ't write
Songs about you. She may be smarter, her bosoms are larget
But she donÂ't write songs about you. SheÂ'll give you good head
And sheÂ'll make up your bed, but she donÂ't write songs about
You. You think sheÂ's for you, but sheÂ'll only bore you but she
DonÂ'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,
CouldnÂ'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 donÂ't write
Songs about you. This songÂ's about you baby – itÂ's all
About you baby – she donÂ't write songs about you sheÂ'll give
You good head and sheÂ'll make up the bed but she donÂ't write
Songs about you. YouÂ'll think sheÂ's for you but sheÂ'll only bore
You cuz she donÂ't write songs about you. SheÂ'll do your dishes
And feed all your fishes but she donÂ't write songs about you.
She donÂ't write about you. They go la la. La