Stalker, Stalker
Stalker, stalker, hiding in the brush
Camouflaged and hushed
Stalker, stalker, creeping in the night
Watching her is wrong but feels so right
Stalker, stalker, staying nearby
Because it's hard for him to say goodbye
Stalker, stalker, he won't let her go
But she doesn't know
Stalker, stalker, can't leave her alone
The thought of losing her makes him groan
Stalker, stalker, just leave her be
She's moved on, but he doesn't see
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