Stalker's my whole style and if I get caught I'll deny deny deny
Today you're twenty five
I made you something fine
It's in the palm of my new hand it's out
You're mostly what i think about and
I'm proud
I've been coasting on this singles route
But i still hear your name in wedding bells
Will i look better or will I look the same rotting in hell
You're the only proper noun i need hurry
My copper crown's gone green
Pull me, pull me on out of this tree
I'm stuck up a branch waiting
Clearly caught between two things unclear to me
Are you a female young messiah
For stowaways in dugouts
And are you what church folk mean by the good news
Pulling plastic bags off heads
Or are you giving me a dirty look in the rear view
Clicking the button on your uhaul pen
Don't pretend you didn't see me coming round the bend
On my fixie with the chopped horns turned in
Trailing behind your biodiesel benz
Stalker's my whole style and if I get caught I'll
Deny deny deny
Deny deny deny
Deny deny deny
Twenty five carved with a butter knife
On the palm of my new hand it's out
You're mostly what I think about
