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Audrey Macy isn't lazy, she just never triesJust like any trust fund baby, hard to pacifyYou could give the world to her,she'd ask you for the skyIt's never quite enoughShe keeps her bedroom messy,but it's not without its charmHer clock is underneath the rugto muffle the alarmShe wakes up when she pleases,but she still finds time to yawnIt's never quite enoughAnd the name sounds familiarAnd the face you know all too wellDon't believe all that you readI've seen the way she rollsIt's absolutely, positively, hell (la-la-la-la...)She spent the '90s in the rollof tabloid millionaireBut truth be told, she's gotten old,now no one seems to careShe'd take the place uptown,but daddy's second ex lives thereand they don't get alongNow she is an artist, has a home in Astor PlaceSongtexteShe paints her view of 7A and practices the bassShe memorizes poetry to help her compensateShe isn't smart enoughNow the name's unfamiliarAnd the face does not ring a bellDon't believe all that you readShe had so much yesterday...But I guess that's how it goesit goes away (la-la-la-la)Audrey's daddy dies one day(so young for heaven's sake)She planted twenty little pillsinside his birthday cakeShe paid off Cal the coroneron the first night of the wakeSoon she'll have enoughMr Macy wasn't crazy,she was out to killA clever man, he spent it all,left nothing in the willNow daddy's little girl willhave to work to pay the billsShe'll never have enough, never quite enoughIt's never quite enough Aus Songtexte Mania