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 yer 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 yer bloody nose

I met her, there on the backseat

Oh oh oh oh oh on the backseat

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 fuckin mess

I tried to kiss her but she’s lookin pretty rough

And I met her, there on the backseat

Oh oh oh oh oh on the backseat

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