Where is the harm in obsession?
The Girl... the GIRL?
Of course there is a girl.
Obsession cannot be obsession
Without a desire
For a girl... the girl.
I watch her,
Watch her with my tongue,
With my sanity in my bag,
Because I am obsessed.
I have a watch,
And binoculars
A pair of bolt cutters
And a brain which is busy in thought
Because I am obsessed.
She lives on Charles
She works in Canton
She has a dog named Rasta
That she walks four times a day
She likes modern music
And chicken salads
With alfalfa sprouts on the side
The kind you can get in that little shop up Fayette
For $4.95
Plus tax.
She has a boyfriend named Gerald,
Who has a car with bad brakes.
Least that's what they'll think after the accident.
She has two credit cards,
Thirty-six books,
Ten video tapes,
Twenty-two pairs of panties
And a restraining order against me,
Because I am obsessed.