Twenty-five times he's hit decline on his cell phone Quit driving by 'cause you cry every time when he ain't home I know you saw a diamond ring babies and an SUV Bless your little broken heart and how you fall apart
Aw, Stacy, why you gotta be so crazy Honey, don't you think that maybe You're the one to blame for running them boys away Aw, Stacy, poor little someone come and save me Ain't it something sad When girls like you make women like me look bad
You ought to be out on the town running round with your girlfriends Instead here you sit with your fist in a clinch like an old hen Gotta get a grip on yourself, girl, you're getting hard to help Happens every time you find a man and lose your mind
Aw, Stacy, why you gotta be so crazy Honey, don't you think that maybe You're the one to blame for running them boys away Aw, Stacy, poor little someone come and save me Ain't it something sad When girls like you make women like me look bad
Aw, Stacy, why you gotta be so crazy Honey, don't you think that maybe You're the one to blame for running them boys away Aw, Stacy, poor little someone come and save me Ain't it something sad When girls like you make women like me look bad Don't you know it's girls like you Who make women like me look bad
Aw, Stacy Poor little Stacy Crazy crazy Stacy Everybody knows a StacyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
