Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Short Stack
Performer
Shaun Diviney
Vocals
Bradie Webb
Drums
Andrew Clemmenson
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shaun Diviney
Composer
Bradie Webb
Composer
Andrew Clemmenson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Kimsey
Producer
Nick Rad
Mixing Engineer
Al Lawson
Engineer
Shaun Diviney
Additional Producer
Bradie Webb
Additional Producer
Andrew Clemmenson
Additional Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Spent all last night on the telephone
Just to tell you your favorite song's on the radio
And I hoped you might come home
With my t-shirt on and nothing underneath
You said, oh boy, I'd rather leave
Oh, Amy
It's what you do to me
[Verse 2]
I met all my friends on the interstate
Blastin' Billie Jean on the stereo
Talkin' 'bout in high school how
We swore we'd never turn out like we did
We said we'd drown out to the sea
Oh, Amy
You're my favorite disease
[Verse 3]
And we said
[Verse 4]
It's what you do to me
That makes me feel so numb
We'll call it tragedy
We'll never see the sun
Rise over New York City
Oh my God, you look so pretty
Then you'll see
It's what you do to me
[Verse 5]
Spent all my cash on comic books
So I took my VCR to the rodeo
Built a home of sticks and stones
On a one way trip to where I'd rather be
You said you loved all that you see
Oh, Amy
It's how it's supposed to be
[Verse 6]
And we said
[Verse 7]
It's what you do to me
That makes me feel so numb
We'll call it tragedy
We'll never see the sun
Rise over New York City
Oh my God, you look so pretty
Then you'll see
[Verse 8]
And I'm sinkin' like a stolen map the ocean
Cutting your name an inch into my chest, my chest
And I wish I shook you up like a can of cherry soda
Wish I took apart what could've been
Tell it like it is, it always is
He's plain it never gets as good as this
[Verse 9]
It's what you do to me
That makes me feel so numb
We'll call it tragedy
We'll never see the sun
Rise over New York City
Oh my God, you look so pretty
Then you'll see
It's what you do to me
[Verse 10]
Spent all last night on the telephone
Just to tell you your favorite song's on the radio
And I hoped you might come home
With my t-shirt on and nothing underneath
You said you'd love me, but you'd leave
Oh, Amy
It's what you do to me
[Verse 11]
(It's what you do to me)
Oh, Amy
It's what you do to me
Oh, Amy
It's what you do to me
Written by: Andrew Clemmenson, Bradie Webb, Shaun Diviney