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