Stacy - Gretchen Wilson

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