Stacie Anne - The Fratellis

How can the things she said all possibly be true

That everything I ever got I give to you

Is this a bam up Oh cause this is sick you know

You know I'll break your fingers then I'll break your toes

Y'know my dealer takes me everywhere he goes

He got a pure white tan

Yes he's my every man

Don't make me sink my teeth into your bloody nose

I met her there on the backseat

Oh oh oh oh oh

On the backseat

Oh oh oh oh oh

On the backseat

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

He said you've been stealing my best moves now for days

I could've killed you in so many different ways

But you're so funny and I kinda like your band

I hate these cunts from London they don't try enough

They think they're mental cause they've tried harder stuff

But they're just rich kids yes all in a f**kin mess

I tried to kiss her but she's looking pretty rough

I met her there on the backseat

Oh oh oh oh oh

On the backseat

Oh oh oh oh oh

On the backseat

Oh oh oh

Oh oh oh

Oh my dearest won't you let us

Be my nearest don't forget us

Lye la la lye

Ella said you'd gladly give us

Everything but won't forgive us

Lye la la lye

La la lye

La la lye

I met her there on the backseat

Oh oh oh oh oh

On the backseat

Oh oh oh oh oh

On the backseat

Oh oh oh

There on the backseat

I met her there on the backseat

Oh oh oh oh oh

On the backseat

Oh oh oh oh oh

On the backseat

Oh oh oh oh oh