I'Ve Got Myself a Stalker
I've got myself a stalker and Julian's his name
I've got myself a stalker and stalking is his game
He stalks me in the morning and he stalks me when it's dark
He's often lurking by the lake or bushes in the park
They say it's paranoia but that's psycho babble talking
So how come the same guys always there behind me when I'm walking
I've got myself a stalker who's as mental as can be
He says he'll dedicate his sorry life to stalking me
He sends me crazy letters and he calls me on the phone
He listens at my letterbox to see if I'm alone
It didn't bother me at first just took it on the chin
But now if I am truthful feel to do the f*cker in
Can't face going out the door at times I'm left upon the shelf
Have i told the police about him? Nah! I'll deal with this myself
I've got myself a stalker so I bought myself a knife
It's reached the point that for this crazy b*stard I'll do life
Ain't no one I can talk to and there's no one understands
I think it's time that I took matters into my own hands
Show him the error of his ways this God damn awful farce
It's coming back to bite this motherf*cker in the ass
Well I used to have a stalker who was f*cked up in the head
But he won't be stalking me no more cuz now the f*ckers dead.
Copyright © Julie Ann Jones | Year Posted 2015
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