Amy Winehouse
Iliya
my name is iliya
i just learn
But already she knows me
Better than you
She understands me
just After two years
And she still dosen't see me
but you

[Verse 2]
Maybe you could talk 'bout things
If you was made of wood and strings
While I love to chat with her
I dunno how to turn you down
You're so thick and my patience thin
So I got me a new best friend
With a pickup that puts you to shame
And iliya is my name
[Verse 3]
And when I need you
you are there
And you play along
While I sing out my blues
I could be crying
And you don't care
You won't call me back
You're stubborn as mule
Maybe we could talk 'bout things
If you was made of wood and strings
You might think I've gone too far
I'm talking 'bout my new best song