| I roam the neighborhood like a male cat
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| Uncastrated, out on a mission with my iron boat
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| Alone out at night, voyour looking at pussies
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| While I sneak and listen at your door
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| Give me a little to the imagination, a little I can play with
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| Wading around with restless steps out on the roads
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| Have my route from window to window
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| Don't worry, I did not come to break in
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| I want to look at you a little while I stand and rub
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| Hope you give a number on that toilet bowl
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| I'm the man on the other side of the window
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| Hidden behind the mask, for my vanished head
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| I want to tell you something
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| I can see you getting wet
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| You must not resist I do not hurt you
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| I'm just standing and taking a player on my diller
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| Completely uncontrollable game, I do not tease you
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| I'm there when you do not pull for
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| Looking at you a little, move naked
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| In your bed, in that living room, in your door
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| Looking at you a little, move naked
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| I'm there when you do not pull for
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| Looking at you a little, move naked
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| Give me a little imagination, oh oh oh
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| Give me a little to the imagination a little I can look at
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| I do not look at what turns me on by men and women
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| And when they fuck their girlfriends and those they know
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| With long rods, a lot of money and a forefinger
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| Far into the intestine so it can not get much further
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| I'm not sick, I'm not recording you on video
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| Innocent with booted cock under my kimono
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| Because you are naughty when there is no contact
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| Ear to door, let me hear you talk
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| Give me a little to the imagination, a little I can play with
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| Wading around with restless steps out on the roads
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| And I've been doing it since I was a little cop
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| Sneaked around the gardens, hiding behind a bike shed
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| Looking at your mother stood naked with a vacuum cleaner
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| Sucked a little on my toys and my meat grapes
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| And dressed up with the girls at my school
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| Took my cock between my legs so it looked like I had a peeing wife
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| I'm there when you do not pull for
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| Looking at you a little, move naked
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| In your bed, in that living room, in your door
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| Looking at you a little, move naked
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| I'm there when you do not pull for
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| Looking at you a little, move naked
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| Give me a little imagination, oh oh oh
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| Give me a little to the imagination a little I can look at
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| It me standing in your door spy
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| Can see you, but you can not hear anyone
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| High on the smell of feminine urine
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| I can smell it, like an animal
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| It can seem intimate
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| Sneaks me, rubs behind your white curtain
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| Staring at it, wild and horny masturbation
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| I love girls who do not know they are not alone
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| And it's late and you're in the living room changing diapers
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| I'm there when you do not pull for
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| Looking at you a little, move naked
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| In your bed, in that living room, in your door
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| Looking at you a little, move naked
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| I'm there when you do not pull for
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| Looking at you a little, move naked
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| Give me a little imagination, oh oh oh
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| Give me a little to the imagination a little I can look at |