Chasing Amy

Chasing Amy

In a little white house on the side of the road there's a girl I'd like to know,
but she knows better than to talk to guys like me.
She picks me up when I'm feeling down. She doesn't even know that I'm around.
If I knew what words to say, they'd probably come out wrong anyway.
I'm chasing Amy because I know she's so cool.
If we could talk that would be ok. But she's way too cool for me,
doesn't have alot to say. She's the kind of girl you read about in fairy tales.
Dark blue eyes and light blonde hair.