Stephen, why won't you call me?
I'm sitting here, waiting
Why won't you call me?
Stephen, I'm feeling pathetic
I can't take rejection
Why won't you call me?
Stephen, I'm thinking that, maybe,
You might think I'm crazy
Is that why you won't call me?
Steve, don't you think I'm pretty?
Do you not love me?
Is that why you won't call me?
You're my object of affection
My drug of choice
My sick obsession
I want to keep you as my pet
To play with and hide under my bed
Forever
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