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Stalker

I know your favorite color’s green
I know your roomate’s kinda mean,
I’m always there, though never seen.

Call you every night at home
Hear your voice, hang up the phone,
I give you nothing but dial tone.

Discreet snapshots as you pass
Anonymous flowers each Valentine’s bash,
Tattooed your birthday on my ass.

Yes I’m creepy
Yes I’m peeping
Through your rhododendrons sneaking
My obsessive fascination
Will cause certain blasphemation
If you ever discover
Your secret lover,
Is me, the guy next door.

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