Hey Stacey Songtext
von Burn The Louvre
Hey Stacey Songtext
Hey Stacey, would you stay awhile
I′m going crazy, when are you coming home
Everybody else is out of style
And I'd do anything to get you all alone
In the backseat of my Jeep
Keeping her close, but not to get ahead of myself
Cuz realistically, I′d be perfectly happy just not doing anything
Hey Stacey, is there something wrong
You know I'd do my very best to make it right
I really thought that you might like this song
It's kinda dumb, but it′s the best I′ve got tonight
"Well, it's good", "Well, that′s great"
I don't know why, but I know she means all of it
Her eyes light up
And I′m a deer in her headlights just praying that I'll get hit
Cuz Alberta ain′t so far
When they've got planes and trains
And I think I love you so far
Such a subtle thing to say
Trying so hard not to blow it
But has anybody ever told you
You're beautiful, but you don′t even know it
You make the weeks feel more like days
You make everything okay
I′ve got a list of things that I keep to myself
Oh, but I'll tell you all of it
Hey Stace, I need to tell you now
When you′re not around I feel so alone
Really hope we could meet up, somehow
Dreaming up days when I'd get you on the phone
Well "you′re good", then "I'm great"
Missing her most of the time, if not all of it
Her voice perks up
And we′re alone on the side of the Burlington Beach again
Cuz Alberta's just so far... away
And everything's just so hard
Such a subtle thing to say
Trying so hard not to show it
But I′m running out of ways to tell you
You′re beautiful, but you don't even know it
You make the weeks feel more like days
You make everything okay
I′ve got a list of things that I keep to myself
Oh, but I'll tell you all of it
Hey Stacey... hey Stacey
Hey Stacey
Well, hey hey Stacey
Hey Stacey... well, hey Stacey
Hey Stacey
Hey Stacey
I′m going crazy, when are you coming home
Everybody else is out of style
And I'd do anything to get you all alone
In the backseat of my Jeep
Keeping her close, but not to get ahead of myself
Cuz realistically, I′d be perfectly happy just not doing anything
Hey Stacey, is there something wrong
You know I'd do my very best to make it right
I really thought that you might like this song
It's kinda dumb, but it′s the best I′ve got tonight
"Well, it's good", "Well, that′s great"
I don't know why, but I know she means all of it
Her eyes light up
And I′m a deer in her headlights just praying that I'll get hit
Cuz Alberta ain′t so far
When they've got planes and trains
And I think I love you so far
Such a subtle thing to say
Trying so hard not to blow it
But has anybody ever told you
You're beautiful, but you don′t even know it
You make the weeks feel more like days
You make everything okay
I′ve got a list of things that I keep to myself
Oh, but I'll tell you all of it
Hey Stace, I need to tell you now
When you′re not around I feel so alone
Really hope we could meet up, somehow
Dreaming up days when I'd get you on the phone
Well "you′re good", then "I'm great"
Missing her most of the time, if not all of it
Her voice perks up
And we′re alone on the side of the Burlington Beach again
Cuz Alberta's just so far... away
And everything's just so hard
Such a subtle thing to say
Trying so hard not to show it
But I′m running out of ways to tell you
You′re beautiful, but you don't even know it
You make the weeks feel more like days
You make everything okay
I′ve got a list of things that I keep to myself
Oh, but I'll tell you all of it
Hey Stacey... hey Stacey
Hey Stacey
Well, hey hey Stacey
Hey Stacey... well, hey Stacey
Hey Stacey
Hey Stacey
Writer(s): Jordan Clark Speare Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com