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Tekster: Space. Spiders. Drop Dead.


How come a star of your stature
Got a big surprise when you saw me comin' at ya
I'm your number one fan and I go to every picture
The more I see ya the more I want to hit ya

Wherever you go I'll follow you
I've got your number, your picture too
Wherever you go I'll follow you
I've got your address I'm coming for you

Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead

How come you never return my calls
You're driving me mad, got me climbing up the walls
It's not my fault if I see red
I can't help it it's the voices in my head

Wherever you go I'll follow you
I've got your number, your picture too
Wherever you go I'll follow you
I've got your address I'm coming for you

Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead

How come a star of your stature
Got a big surprise when you saw me comin' at ya
I'm your number one fan and I go to every picture
The more I see ya the more I want to hit ya

Wherever you go I'll follow you
I've got your number, your picture too
Wherever you go I'll follow you
I've got your address I'm coming for you

Why don't you drop dead
Why don't you drop dead...