| Nobody knows that I am a secret spy
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| I follow you home, careful to walk behind you
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| I climb up your tree and hide in the leaves
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| To keep you from seeing who I am
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| Call me obsessed, but I need to know your name
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| Your age, your address and where in the world you came from
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| It’s silly to think that I’m on the brink
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| Of falling right off my rocker
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| Oh, I want to know
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| All about your mom and your favorite song
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| And why you hypnotize me
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| Well, I tell you what
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| I’m the definition of obsessive-compulsive, crazy love
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| Late after dark, your light is on upstairs
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| And I watch you dance as if you were Fred Astaire
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| A little finesse, a sparkly dress
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| And I could be Ginger Rogers
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| Oh, I want to know
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| All the books you read and your favorite sweets
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| And why you hypnotize me
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| Well, I tell you what
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| I’m the definition of obsessive-compulsive, crazy
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| La, la, la I’m like a firefly
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| La, la, la in the evening sky
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| I’m all aglow whenever I see you walking by
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| Oh, I want to know
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| If you ever plan to hold my hand
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| And why you hypnotize me
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| Well, I tell you what
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| I’m the definition of
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| Obsessive-compulsive crazy love |