Ya, I did it again
Out with my friends
It's becoming a trend
How was I to know
By saying hello
You'd never leave me alone
Your stage five voice mails are so maniac
I guess you missed the message
I ain't calling you back
So come on out of the bushes
I see you there I ain't stupid
Get a life, get out of mine
Cause I'm getting tired
Of my Not So Secret Admirer
At least your dressed to impress
Got your camouflage vest
Doing your G.I. Joe best
Are you some kind of freak
What did you think
That you might sneak a peak
You're not quite as stealth as you think you are
I see your mom's Ford Focus in my neighbor's yard
So come on out of the bushes
I see you there I ain't stupid
Get a life, get out of mine
Cause I'm getting tired
Of my Not So Secret Admirer
