Standard (EADGBE)

 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 u-haul 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

twenty five carved with a butter knife

 on the front of my new hand

it's out

 you're mostly what i think about

end on Am