You're seen on myspace,
That's where you get no private place
That site will let
In all the world to see.
It's sure the stalking churls agree
You let them in, in, in in, in.

Had you not been quite so vain,
They might not have looked; now your pain
Is that it doesn't matter where
You go, it seems they're always there
Each night,
Blight………

Stalkin', yes, they keep stalkin',
Although you're walkin' from them away.

Now you're widely known
By these guys, and they've found your home,
And you can't slip this
Clutch of misfits; plight
Is, you're a girl for their delight.
Not bliss. No………..

Stalkin', yeah, they keep stalkin',
It's gone past talkin'. . .dement-demesne.

You've been seen on face-
book, where you get no private space.
That site will let
In all the world to see.
It's sure the galling churls agree,
You let them in, in, in in, in.

Stalkin', yes, they keep stalkin',
Although you're walkin' from them away.
Oh, stalkin', yeah, they keep stalkin',
Their fingers walkin' the Web's domain.