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he moves

i move

he stops

i stop

and i watch

and i watch

if he cried

i would cry

and i laugh

right along with him

and i listen

and hold on

to every wonderful word

that comes from his mouth

his word

is god's word

he is my god

i worship him

his every step

i'm one behind

i'd follow him

anywhere he'd take me

i breathe

when he breathes

if he died

i would die

my love

my obsession

he's mine

he's my whole life

anything you want to know about him

ask me, i know it all

the way he looks

when he smiles

how he crosses the room

how he sits, how he sleeps

what he wears

how he smells

how he makes me want him

oh, how i want him

don't look at me

like i'm the one

with the problem

you're wrong if you don't see it

he's so irresistable

how could you not want him?

he turns me into a creep

a monster, a beast

tracking him down

hunting him like an animal

if only i could catch him

and play with him for a while

instead of watching

and waiting

and stalking Mitchel