Food Problems
stalker, stalker, you're everywhere
every time i turn, you seem to be there
in my room and in my head
i'm sittin' here cryin', lyin' in bed
save me, save me i want to scream
man, how i hate, that stalkin' ice cream!
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cowboyloverposted on 01/18/2008
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