Stacy (Acoustic)

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
Nobody can find out things that we do

She said, "Put your hands behind your head
Let me blow your mind, kid, 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, oh, anything you want
Just don't call me yours

Just don't call me yours

And it's 3:05 on a Friday, bell rings
Her parents left last night for Palm Springs
Got the whole house empty for me
And my brother, he needed the car, so I ran
Down 71st as fast as I can
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, oh, anything you want
Just don't call me yours

Just don't call me yours
Yeah
Just don't call me yours

You can call me "Stacy", you can call me "Love"
Oh, 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, oh, anything you want
Just don't call me yours



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan David Bellion, Michael Pollack, Mikael Marvin Temrowski, Jorgen Michael Odegard
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