Simeon’s Dilemma

Stalker's my whole style
 And if I get caught I'll
 Deny Deny Deny
 Today you're 25
 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 propper noun I needed
 Hurry
 My copper crowns 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 your messaih
 For stow aways and 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
 Deny Deny Deny
 25
 Carved with a butter knife
 On the palm of my new hand
 It's out
 You're mostly what I think about...