Twenty-five times he's hit decline on his cell phone
Quit driving by 'cause you cry every time when he ain't home
I know you saw a diamond ring, babies and an SUV
Bless your little broken heart and how you fall apart
Aw, Stacy, why you gotta be so crazy
Honey, don't you think that maybe
You're the one to blame for running them boys away
Aw, Stacy, poor little someone come and save me
Ain't it something sad
When girls like you make women like me look bad
You ought to be out on the town running round with your girlfriends
Instead here you sit with your fist in a clench like an old hen
Gotta get a grip on yourself, girl, you're getting hard to help
Happens every time, you find a man and lose your mind
Aw, Stacy, why you gotta be so crazy
Honey, don't you think that maybe
You're the one to blame for running them boys away
Aw, Stacy, poor little someone come and save me
Ain't it something sad
When girls like you make women like me look bad
Aw, Stacy, why you gotta be so crazy
Honey, don't you think that maybe
You're the one to blame for running them boys away
Aw, Stacy, poor little someone come and save me
Ain't it something sad
When girls like you make women like me look bad
Don't you know it's girls like you
Who make women like me look bad
Aw, Stacy
Poor little Stacy
Crazy crazy Stacy
Everybody knows a Stacy
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