I've got something to tell younI hope you don't take it wrongnYou've got a secret admirernAnd I think he's writing a songnHe's a mysterious guy alrightnI'll give you a clue who it isnAnd I'll throw in a couple of guessesnHe's in the music biznHe keeps his tongue tiednAnd he's really shynBut none of that means that he's a bad guynI'm pretty sure he sees you on weekdaysnWhen you're walking home from worknHe looks out of his windownSo he can't act like a jerknAnd he's figured out what car you drivenNot totally sure which house is yoursnHe doesn't know what you're looking fornHe's gonna get itnWell I've got something to tell younI'm not trying to be a creepnOne day he'll be in your driveway singing la la la