Oh oh oh… Oh oh oh oh… Oh oh oh oh…
Now my thoughts might all be cluttered
And what I say is meant to hurt
To drown out her low cut shirts and her too tight mini skirts
If you’ve got to take a picture
It will crumble shortly after
Even when you think it’s only up from here
She’ll turn the radio up
And tune you out
She won’t make a sound
Oh, Stacy drop the gauge
And watch my words bleed onto this page
You wear on the soul and wear hearts on your wrist
I’m just another score on your list
Oh, Stacy take a seat
And listen to the words inside of me
One touch is enough if he thinks clearly
Cause the beauty in you only runs skin deep
Could you tell me how this goes
When she delivers her low blows
She bends over backwards to bite your tongue
And steal the show
Since 17 she plots her plan
Of how to break down every man
And now she ties her noose and kills whomever she can
She’ll turn the radio up
And tune you out
She won’t make a sound
Oh, Stacy drop the gauge
And watch my words bleed onto this page
You wear on the soul and wear hearts on your wrist
I’m just another score on your list
Oh, Stacy take a seat
And listen to the words inside of me
One touch is enough if he thinks clearly
Cause the beauty in you only runs skin deep
Never giving it a thought
Is what I claim is the worst
I’ve got to fill these empty blanks
What I feel will hurt the most
Oh oh oh… Oh oh oh oh… Oh oh oh oh…
She’ll turn the radio up
And tune you out
She won’t make a sound
Oh, Stacy drop the gauge
And watch my words bleed onto this page
You wear on the soul and wear hearts on your wrist
I’m just another score on your list
Oh, Stacy take a seat
And listen to the words inside of me
One touch is enough if you think squarely
Cause the beauty in you only runs skin deep