Stacy

At the 50 yard line I saw her feet She was under the bleachers, waiting for me No, I never get high but I'm smoking her weed She been giving this freshman love since last June The only senior girl with tattoos Said nobody can find out things that we do She said put your hands behind your head Let me blow your mind, kid, but don't get too excited You can call me "Stacy", you can call me "love" You can call me "baby" and all of the above You can call me late night and I'll be at your door You can call me anything or anything you want Just don't call me yours It's 3:05 on a Friday, bell rings Her parents left last night for Palm Springs She's got the whole house empty for me My brother, he needed the car, so I ran Down 71st as fast as I can I'm telling her everything I had planned She said, I know we've been getting close We can't get no closer; you'll get it when you're older You can call me "Stacy", you can call me "love" You can call me "baby" and all of the above You can call me late night and I'll be at your door You can call me anything or anything you want Just don't call me yours, just don't call me yours You can call me "Stacy", you can call me "love" You can call me "baby" and all of the above You can call me late night and I'll be at your door You can call me anything or anything you want Just don't call me yours I'm over you, I'm over you I'm over you, I'm over you