We could do a lyrical analysis and break this all down for you, but quite honestly the lyrics 'literally' (not literally, actually) speak for themselves. They are gross, they are a bit sort-of 'horny, lads-mag version of Rear Window' and they are the most geniarse thing since Peter Andre put 'pen' to 'paper'. Here the lyrics appear revised but unexpurgated:
my binoculars on, alone,*shudders, feels vom rising in throat, develops eye twitch, ends it all*
staring out of my window,
i see the best creation of
woman that i ever saw in
a long, long time
some say it is wrong
but what if she knows
that i am spying on her
would she strip down
naked and entertain me
oh my god she's doing it
taking it off
she's getting naked
she threw her shirt
(off on the floor)
then threw her bra
(off on the floor)
then threw her skirt
(off on the floor)
then threw her drawers
(off on the floor)
i can't believe she's getting naked
i'm waiting her, off on the floor
no topping her off on the floor
no stopping her off on the floor
she knows im watching her, off on the floor...
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