Audrey Macy by PT Walkley Lyrics

Audrey Macy isn't lazy, she just never tries
Just like any trust fund baby, hard to pacify
You could give the world to her, she'd ask you for the sky
It's never quite enough

She keeps her bedroom messy but it's not without its charm
Her clock is underneath the rug to muffle the alarm
She wakes up when she pleases but she still finds time to yawn
It's never quite enough

And the name sounds familiar
And the face you know all too well
Don't believe all that you read
I've seen the way she rolls
It's absolutely, positively, hell

La la la la
La la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
She spent the 90s in the role of "tabloid millionaire"
But truth be told, she's gotten old
Now no one seems to care
She'd take the place up town but daddy's second ex lives there
And they don't get along

Now she is an artist, has a home in master place
Paints her view of 7A and practices the bass
She memorizes poetry to help her compensate
She isn't smart enough

Now the name's unfamiliar
And the face does not ring a bell
Don't believe all that you read
She had so much yesterday
But I guess that's how it goes, it goes away

La la la la
La la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la

Audrey's daddy died one day, so young for heaven's sake
She planted twenty little pills inside his birthday cake
She paid off Cal the coroner on the first night of the wake
Soon she'll have enough
Mr. Macy wasn't crazy, she was out to kill
A clever man, he spent it all, left nothing in the will
Now daddy's little girl will have to work to pay the bills

She'll never have enough
Never quite enough
Never quite enough