Oh Whoa Oh
Oh Whoa Oh Oh
Oh Whoa Oh Oh
Now, my thoughts might all be cluttered
But what I say is meant to hurt
To drown out her low-cut shirts and too tight mini skirts
If you've got her, take a picture
It will crumble shortly after
Even when you think it's only up from here
She'll turn her radio up and tune you out and
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
Oh Whoa Oh
Oh Whoa Oh Oh
Oh Whoa Oh Oh
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 seventeen she plots her plan
Of how to breakdown every man
And now she ties her noose and kills whomever she can
She'll turn the radio up and tune you out and
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 given it a thought is what I claim as the worst
I've gotta fill these empty blanks with what I feel will hurt the most
Oh Whoa Oh
Oh Whoa Oh Oh
Oh Whoa Oh Oh
She'll turn her radio up and tune you out and
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