Young Fresh Fellows - Amy Grant lyrics

Amy! Amy Grant! She comes home from church She takes off her pants That's what I like about Amy Grant When she comes home from church She gotta take of her pants That's what I like about Amy Grant I'm talking about Amy...Amy...AMY, huuh! Amy Grant! And those songs she writes And Lordy the way she sings Too bad her fans don't care about such little things She don't spare the child She don't spoil the rod She just gets rich cause she works for God I'm talking about Amy...Amy...AMY Amy Grant! Now when she first met Jesus Didn't know what to say But he gave her a guitar And told her what to play He said, "Amy don't you play no modern jazz Don't you play none of that hard rock What the people want to hear is pure unadulterated schlock" I'm talking to Amy...Amy...AMY, huuh! Amy Grant! Amy! Amy Grant! Alone in bed Late at night She fantasizes about Barry White Barry! Barry White! Barry! Barry White! Talking about Amy...Amy...AMY Amy Grant!