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
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 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
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 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