Sitting on Stacy
love sick
I wish I was like you,
Wish I was like you.
Thought we were growing,
You're a wolf in sheep's clothing.
You, son of a gun now,
Crossed your heart and hoped to die.
You, son of a gun now,
Crossed your heart and hoped to die.
I wish you liked me back,
âFore I get a heart attack.
You, son of a gun now,
Crossed your heart and hoped to die.
You, son of a gun now,
Crossed your heart and hoped to die.
I hate to watch,
I like to watch,
I hate to watch,