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 weedshe 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
Compositores: Jonathan David Bellion (Bellion Jon), Michael Ross Pollack (Michael Pollack), Mikael Marvin Temrowski (Quinn Xcii), Jorgen Michael Odegard (Jorgen Odegard) ECAD: Obra #22725058 Fonograma #21274570