I have often stalked down this street before
And the pavements always made my poor feet oh so sore
All at once I spy victims high and dry
No more free on the street where you hid

No stalking fines or fees ~ ItŐll get you down
Make you fear the park or any other part of town
Perspiration soars out of ever pore
And you wee on the street where you hid

And so the souring feeling, grabs your throat and fills you with fear
The overpowering feeling, that your stalker might just suddenly appear

People they dont care~Pay the rescue fee
For theres nowhere else on earth that you can just be free
Let the crime go by ~ you glance back and sigh
Being stalked on the street where you hid