My Ex Stacey
My ex Stacey
She's a pretty special kind of girl
The kind of girl that makes your heart explode into a million pieces
My ex Stacey
What I wouldn't do to have another whirl
Let your eyes light up, let your mouth dry shut
Let the lights race around the room
But since we said goodbye
I tried and failed to chase the buzz that you gave me on our first night
My ex Stacey
Lifts me high up in the air
Gives me cold hard sweats and a coked up chest
As I bounce like I'm on the moon
If I'm right, she'll see
That I need her and she needs me
We could try again, we could fly again
We could sing to a wavy tune
Cos since we said goodbye
I tried and failed to chase the buzz that you gave me on our first night
And we're moving
And we're grooving
And we're smoking
And resuming
And we're jumping
And we're humping
And we're making
Up for something
And we're gawking
And we're talking
And we're smashing
And we're snorting
And we're laughing
And we're bowling
And we're really
Rock and rolling
And we're shouting
And we're screaming
And we're smashing
Up the evening
And we're fighting
And we're sucking
And we're chewing
And we're fucking
Well I'm higher than the highest thing there is
So I might as well give Stacey one more kiss
And my head explodes as my body starts to surf
And I'm never fucking coming down to earth
She's a pretty special kind of girl
The kind of girl that makes your heart explode into a million pieces
My ex Stacey
What I wouldn't do to have another whirl
Let your eyes light up, let your mouth dry shut
Let the lights race around the room
But since we said goodbye
I tried and failed to chase the buzz that you gave me on our first night
My ex Stacey
Lifts me high up in the air
Gives me cold hard sweats and a coked up chest
As I bounce like I'm on the moon
If I'm right, she'll see
That I need her and she needs me
We could try again, we could fly again
We could sing to a wavy tune
Cos since we said goodbye
I tried and failed to chase the buzz that you gave me on our first night
And we're moving
And we're grooving
And we're smoking
And resuming
And we're jumping
And we're humping
And we're making
Up for something
And we're gawking
And we're talking
And we're smashing
And we're snorting
And we're laughing
And we're bowling
And we're really
Rock and rolling
And we're shouting
And we're screaming
And we're smashing
Up the evening
And we're fighting
And we're sucking
And we're chewing
And we're fucking
Well I'm higher than the highest thing there is
So I might as well give Stacey one more kiss
And my head explodes as my body starts to surf
And I'm never fucking coming down to earth
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Writer(s): Joe Jenkins
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