Stacy

It was a Sunday, or maybe a Monday
You were a murderer, and I was a thief
Sit on the tall grass, on broken glass
I left for the masquerade dressed as a leaf

Stacy, save me, say something
Stacy, save me, don't slip away
Now, Stacy, save me, say something
She'll stick the knife in

[?] invention, that's your intention
I had the needle, and she had the kit
Make it a double, I need some trouble
I took your photograph and mailed it to you

Stacy, save me, say something
Stacy, save me, don't slip away
Now, Stacy, save me, say something
She'll stick the knife in