Nervous

Welcome to the cobra zone, you're chilling with the Frisk.
 Here, now, and forever.
 At the end of the day, work's done, time to play in the cobra zone
 we just wanna kick back, have fun, get a little badical, a little radical
 But you know, I don't think we're quite alone.
 I look out the window and what to my wondering
 eyes does appear? It's you.
 You're freaky baby.
 You're twice as freaky as Charlie's Squeaky.
 Step back, Jack.
 Don't panic- But I just can't seem to relax
 Don't panic- I'm about to have a heart attack
 You make me nervous so I just can't sleep at night
 Nervous- under my pillow I keep a knife
 Nervous- is that you on the telephone?
 Nervous- I just want you to leave me alone
 Chilling out on the sidewalk, adult cola in my hand.
 You're there, I'm there, you're like a black cat crossing my path.
 Maybe I'm just paranoid, but sometimes it is just black and white.