Texty: Danger Is My Middle Name. Stalkers Make Better Lovers.

Do you want to be my secret, a cloak and dagger man?
Or my infatuation gone bad?
I'll be the kid who felt awkward in my own shoes,
You be the girl that all the boys do!
Spying on you from a distance
I just want to pretend
You're my intentions gone bad
Play it cool be it awkward
And slightly stalker-esque
I know where you live

Your best bet is your worst,
Put "here lies" in the dirt
Me, the warning to your lovers
Bite your lip this might hurt,
Choke your heart on this curse
I hope regret lasts forever

Coming at you like a mystery,
I'm stealt, smooth, and slick
An experimentation gone bad
Whoa you got me wrong,
You got the goods
But I've got the songs
And I know where you live
And I know where you've been

Your best bet is your worst,
Put "here lies" in the dirt
Me, the warning to your lovers
Bite your lip this might hurt,
Choke your heart on this curse
I hope regret lasts forever [x2]