I'm in love with a stranger...

She's a stalker who's tailing her prey...

I'm in love with a stranger,

A guy with crazy hair...

He looks at me from across the hall,

And he's got an intense stare...

I see him in the gym, and I see him at school,

He's on my bus, and near the pool...

Whenever I turn, and wherever I move,

He's always around, now isn't that cool?

His hands are big and his frame is huge,

He's like my very own soft toy...

And whenever people ask me, "Who's that?"

I just smile and say, "Oh! He's my boy"...

We haven't ever talked, we've never said "Hi",

We just look at each other and deeply sigh...

We've never crossed paths, but I know we will,

'Cause there's nothing to stop me from going in for the kill...

 

 

The End

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