B stalker's my whole style E and if i get caught i'll F# E B deny deny deny B today you're 25 E i made you something fine F# E it's in the palm of my new hand it's out B you're mostly what i think about and E i'm proud B i've been coasting on this singles route B E but i still hear your name in wedding bells B E will i look better or will i look the same rotting in hell B E you're the only proper noun i need hurry B E my copper crown's gone green pull me, B E pull me on out of this tree i'm stuck up a branch waiting B E clearly caught between B two things unclear to me B E are you a female young messiah for stowaways in dugouts B E and are you what church folk mean by the good news pulling plastic bags off heads B E or are you giving me a dirty look in the rear view clicking the button on your u-ha pen B E don't pretend you didn't see me coming round the bend on my fixi with the chopped corns turned in B E trailing behind your biodiesal bends B stalker's my whole style E and if i get caught i'll F# E B deny deny deny F# E B deny deny deny F# E B deny deny deny B E 25 carved with a butter knife F# E on the palm of my new hand it's out B you're mostly what i think about