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
You 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, on the backseat
Oh, on the backseat
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 the harder stuff
But they're just rich kids yes, all in a fucking mess
I tried to kiss her, but she's looking pretty rough

I met her, there on the backseat
Oh, on the backseat
Oh, on the backseat
Oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh, my dearest, won't you let us?
Be my nearest, don't forget us, lie, la, la, lie
Ella said you'd gladly give us
Everything but won't forgive us, lie, la, la, lie
La, la, lie, la, la, lie

La, la, la, la-la, la-la
La, la, la, la-la, la-la
La, la, la, la-la, la-la
La, la, la, la-la, la-la

I met her, there on the backseat
Oh, on the backseat
Oh, on the backseat
Oh, there on the backseat
I met her, there on the backseat
Oh, on the backseat
Oh, on the backseat
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh