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.    these lyrics are submitted by dirtyharry