• I see you walk home everyday
    I see you at the park
    While you laugh
    And play

    I follow you to your house
    With out a sound, outside
    When you ask me why
    I say, “ I just happen to be passing by.”

    I look up your phone number
    In the local phone book
    I just found out her father is drunker
    And you mother carries around a hook

    I watch you through your window
    Standing by your gardening hose
    I sit there silently as
    You pick your little nose

    I can tell you a lot,
    Like what time you go to bed
    If you ask me how I know
    I’ll say, “ That’s what your mother said”

    You will never see me
    I will hide high and low
    I will be your personal stalker
    Trust me…no one will ever know