Lyrics Too Worked Up - Screeching Weasel

Too Worked Up

Each night i see her there.
the window shows her
There.
but she said it’s all-right if i watch her every
Night as she lays down and goes to work while
I hope for a glimpse of what she will not let me
Have between her thighs.
puts on a show for me;
A movie just for me.
she says «look but don’t touch»
But she’s asking too much.
if she’d just let me walk
Across the street i’d finally get more than a peek at
What’s there in between her thighs.
she’s moving
Faster now;
i’m moving faster now.
thoughts about
My face inside her thighs' embrace are dancing in
My brain.
i get worked up, i get too worked up
Wanting, needing what’s there between her thighs