In my last years with him there were bruises. On my face. In my dawn and new day. I finally got away. But my head's all messed up and he knows. Just what to say.
People say that I'm your stalker, the way I follow you 'round. You are the only thing that I talk about when I'm talking. Say my affection (My affection) is too much, you say it's smothering.
No words explain it. Baby I don't know how to say it. But it makes me shout.. . I don't know how to say. Baby ain't no word for this. I'm gonna shout it out..