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She calls me on the phone
Hoping that I'm home
And that I'm all alone
But when I say hello,
I only hear dial tone
She thinks that I'm her own
Outside my window she crept,
Watching my every step
She's following me
She's out of her tree
She's off of her rocker
I want to marry my stalker
Sometimes she says she's my mom,
Looks like she doesn't belong
She's my own peeping tom
Flowers every day
The cops they tell her to stay
500 feet away.
She's sleeping on my doorstep
She hasn't hurt me yet
This morning she wasn't there
I hope that she still cares
I almost gave up hope
But today i awoke
To a private note
She says she's going to jail
For going through my mail
But she'll stay on my trail
She's following me
I want to marry my
I want to marry my stalker
Hoping that I'm home
And that I'm all alone
But when I say hello,
I only hear dial tone
She thinks that I'm her own
Outside my window she crept,
Watching my every step
She's following me
She's out of her tree
She's off of her rocker
I want to marry my stalker
Sometimes she says she's my mom,
Looks like she doesn't belong
She's my own peeping tom
Flowers every day
The cops they tell her to stay
500 feet away.
She's sleeping on my doorstep
She hasn't hurt me yet
This morning she wasn't there
I hope that she still cares
I almost gave up hope
But today i awoke
To a private note
She says she's going to jail
For going through my mail
But she'll stay on my trail
She's following me
I want to marry my
I want to marry my stalker
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