• I watch you from the bushes
    Of course you do not know
    I like to watch you when you sleep
    Just like a favorite show

    Your so cute when you laugh
    That dimple on your cheek
    But you never know I watch you
    For we never even speak

    I take pictures of your body
    When you walk to the store
    I can never see enough of you
    And still I beg for more

    Your little button nose
    With your full lusious lips
    Your black shiny hair
    With the dyed red tips


    I have a shrine in my room
    To which I devote my love
    Pictures of your lovly face
    You are all I ever think of

    I know it's wrong to stalk you
    I know things could be better
    And just to let you know
    I see you reading this letter