Who are we in this sheltered weed
When a flower is so much better?
I fear you and your gang, Eleanor Rigby!
For that\'s the name I shall call you
For you have so many different accounts
Why must you hold the horse steady
When you don\'t have no speed?
Oh please, please, please! Leave me alone!
Are you prone to making lives miserable,
Or are you just someone who\'s bored?
Oh bore me with a feather you pathetic soul
Why don\'t you try going your own way?
For your own way is special, you dig?
And I am not a harmless soul, I am sweet
Sweet as the day you were born
And I hope you learn this lesson too
To never invade someone\'s space
Oh my privacy may be a bore
Yet a stalker just can\'t ignore
How fabulous I really am
In your candle scented mind
Oh Eleanor Rigby! Why must you stalk me?
Light the candle and turn off the lights
For there is nothing to see here
Except your obsession for the dear poet
When will the red light appear?
Oh Eleanor Rigby! Whoever you are!
You cannot bind me to a stick
And wave your magic wand
And cast your spell on me;
For what\'s in a stalker
That bares no name,
Let alone any shame?
I pity the fool that bares thy name!