The Stalker

Baby, you don′t really know me

well I don't mind as long as you don′t mind

me knowing you

and always

I'm watching and waiting for you

The funny laugh you do (Oh, I like)

the sexy way you walk (I really like)

the way that you undress whilst you brush your teeth and do that other thing that you do (I really, really, really, really like it)

But when you look at me

you don't really look at me

Why do you see right through me?

Baby, I′ve really got you

I′ve got a photo of you

and a collection of things that I found in your bin

I got a lock of your hair

and some damp underwear

You called the cops on me

You called me a fucking freak... you fucking bitch!

But baby

I don't really mind (no I don′t mind)

I still watch you sleeping (every night)

You'll never know

and if you do

I will kill you

Why do you see right through me?