Some call it stalking
I say walking
Just extremely close behind
Im sure if I sat down and asked you
Well, you really wouldn't mind
You've got those eyes that drive me crazy
And I've got eyes to watch you sleep
I brought a pack lunch and some coffee
For my stakeout in your tree, outside your house
Gotta be quiet as a mouse
Or else you'll call the police
And I'll get done for somethin' stupid like
"Disturbance of the peace"
And piece by piece I am collecting
Everything you leave behind
And when you don't
I rummage through your bins to see what I can find