C
stalker's my whole style
    Am
and if i get caught i'll
Em    F    C
deny deny deny

             C
today you're twenty five
            Am
i made you something fine
            Em             F         let ring
it's in the palm of my new hand

it's out
       Am                             F
you're mostly what i think about and
    
i'm proud
          Am
i've been coasting on this singles route

    C                   F
but i still hear your name

in wedding bells
    C                                 F
will i look better or will i look the same

rotting in hell
C                             F
you're the only proper noun i need
        C
hurry
                       F
my copper crown's gone green
        C                          F
pull me, pull me on out of this tree
                                C
i'm stuck up a branch waiting
                   F
clearly caught between
              C
two things unclear to me

C                          F
are you a female young messiah

for stowaways in dugouts
   C
and are you what church folk mean
       F
by the good news

pulling plastic bags off heads
   C
or are you giving me a dirty look
        F
in the rear view
                                      C
clicking the button on your u-haul pen 

don't pretend you didn't see me
                   F
coming round the bend
                                           C
on my fixie with the chopped horns turned in
                                F
trailing behind your biodiesel benz

C
stalker's my whole style
    Am
and if i get caught i'll
Em    F    C
deny deny deny

C                         Am
twenty five carved with a butter knife
       Em             F
on the front of my new hand

it's out
       Am
you're mostly what i think about