| When you walk down the street
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| I always take a peek
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| Peepin' eyes lookin' at you
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| I asked her for a date
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| She said a quarter till eight
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| Though I was never late
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| But had another date
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| Peepin' eyes, deep inside
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| Peepin' eyes lookin' at you
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| Peepin' eyes, wanted to cry
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| Peepin' eyes lookin' at you
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| I caught her on the run
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| She said, you son of a gun
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| Peepin' eyes been lookin' at me
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| Well, she jumped up to fight
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| I said, that ain’t right
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| 'Cause peepin' eyes are lookin' at you
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| Peepin' eyes, deep inside
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| Peepin' eyes lookin' at you
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| Peepin' eyes, want to cry
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| Peepin' eyes lookin' at you |