| On a hot California night
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| I wake with the moonlight
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| Dressing in black nothing bright
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| And stalk the streets high as a kite
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| The song Night Prowler is on my mind
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| Prowling the streets with my evil desires
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| Then look for a window or door I can pry
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| Open so that I can sneak right inside
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| Your window is open
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| You cannot escape
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| You left it wide open
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| You cannot escape
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| The screen keeps the bug’s out
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| You cannot escape
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| But you won’t keep me out
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| You cannot escape
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| Then once I am inside
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| I creep through your house with a smile
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| As you sleep in your bed quite tight
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| I will wake you up by surprise
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| I sneak through your window
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| As you sleep in your house
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| I am the cat and you are the mouse
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| Shooting your husband as he lays by your side
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| Slashing and gashing and stabbing your eyes
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| Your window is open
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| You cannot escape
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| You left it wide open
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| You cannot escape
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| The screen keeps the bugs out
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| You cannot escape
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| But you won’t keep me out
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| You cannot escape
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| Your window is open
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| You cannot escape
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| You left it wide open
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| You cannot escape
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| The screen keeps the bug’s out
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| You cannot escape
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| But you won’t keep me out
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| You cannot escape
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| Sleep tight
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| Don’t let the bedbugs bite |