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
In the original song's perspective, it sounds like a younger guy was getting played on his harp strings from some older senior high school year girl. So he was probably a Junior, Sophomore, or Freshman. It's sad, poor guy. Great song though.
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
In the original song's perspective, it sounds like a younger guy was getting played on his harp strings from some older senior high school year girl. So he was probably a Junior, Sophomore, or Freshman. It's sad, poor guy. Great song though.
This is amazing
can u please do Cherries by hope tala & All My Girls Like To Fight by hope tala too?
Terrible.. not good