"Stacie Anne"
How can the things she said all possibly be true?
That everything I ever got I give to you
Is this a bam up? Oh cause this is sick you know
You know I’ll break your fingers then I’ll break your toes
Y’know my dealer takes me everywhere he goes
He got a pure white tan
Yes he’s my every man
Don’t make me sink my teeth into your bloody nose
I met her, there on the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
He said you’ve been stealing my best moves now for days
I could’ve killed you in so many different ways
But you’re so funny and I kinda like your band
I hate these cunts from London they don’t try enough
They think they’re mental cause they’ve tried harder stuff
But they’re just rich kids yes, all in a fuckin mess
I tried to kiss her but she’s lookin pretty rough
I met her, there on the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh my dearest won't you let us
Be my nearest don’t forget us
Lye, la, la, lye
Ella said you’d gladly give us
Everything but wont forgive us
Lye, la, la, lye
La, la, lye
La, la, lye
I met her, there on the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh
There on the backseat
I met her, there on the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
Oh oh oh oh oh
On the backseat
