I call.
I call your phone.
I call.
I call your phone.
You were talking.
I guess you could say, i might have been sort of stalking you.
Stalking you, baby.
Must have been that night when i took her down by the river, in a truck.
I gave her all i could give her.
The moon shining.
I walked the street, sometimes i see some girls i'd like to meet, maybe.
Why won't you answer your phone,
Bill is having a party, wish you were gone.
I know you fucked out.
You're supposed be my pal.
I guess you could say, i might be stalking you.
I might be stalking you, baby.
What did i do, to make you do, the things you do.
What did i do.
You said you wanted me dead.
Shit, fuck my head.
I got fucked by you.
Fucked real bad.
Maybe you're happy, but i hope you're sad.
Since you left me i have been thinking about getting me a speed roadster.
Going by the drugstore, who could ask for more?
Maybe drive by your house.
Look in your window.
