Of all the things he wants me to, too less of them I know
And when I feel his eyes on me I just spell no.
The thoughts on his mind are mirrored by his pants.
I'm undressed by his eyes, not by his hands.
Some might call him perverted, some may call me naive,
But what his thoughts are like stands on a different leaf.
His binoculars shine with the morning sun
And what his lenses see the setting moon would shun.
He's my neighbour from across. His lust is so true.
He's my neighbour from across. What can I do?
I feel his eyes upon me where I won't let your hands.
His libido flatters in all the letters that he sends.
The thoughts on his mind are mirrored by his pants.
I'm undressed by his eyes, not by his hands.
He's my neighbour from across. His lust is so true.
He's my neighbour from across. What can I do?
The thoughts on his mind are mirrored by his pants.
I'm undressed by his eyes, not by his hands.
He's my neighbour from across. His lust is so true.
He's my neighbour from across. What can I do?
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