Stacy
Quinn XCII"Stacy" is a song by Quinn XCII, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:31 long and contains 34 lines and 290 words.
Lyrics
0:04At the 50 yard line, I saw her feet
0:07She was under the bleachers, waiting for me
0:09No, I never get high, but I'm smoking her weed
0:13She been giving this freshman love since last June
0:16The only senior girl with tattoos
0:18Said nobody can find out things that we do
0:22She said, "Put your hands behind your head
0:24Let me blow your mind, kid, but don't get too excited"
0:30You can call me "Stacy," you can call me "love"
0:35You can call me "baby" and all of the above
0:39You can call me late night and I'll be at your door
0:44You can call me anything, oh, anything you want
0:49Just don't call me yours
0:59It's 3:05 on a Friday, bell rings
1:01Her parents left last night for Palm Springs
1:04She's got the whole house empty for me
1:08My brother, he needed the car, so I ran
1:11Down 71st as fast as I can
1:13I'm telling her everything I had planned
1:17She said, "I know we've been getting close
1:19We can't get no closer; you'll get it when you're older"
1:25You can call me "Stacy," you can call me "love"
1:30You can call me "baby" and all of the above
1:34You can call me late night and I'll be at your door
1:39You can call me anything, oh, anything you want
1:43Just don't call me yours
1:53Just don't call me yours
2:02You can call me "Stacy," you can call me "love"
2:06You can call me "baby" and all of the above
2:11You can call me late night and I'll be at your door
2:15You can call me anything, oh, anything you want
2:20Just don't call me yours
2:22I'm over you, I'm over you
2:31I'm over you, I'm over you
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, oh, 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, oh, 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, oh, 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
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