There is a man I know Who lives across the street Every time I sit down at the table He surveys what I eat He's watching out for crime To happen any time He's always minding someone's business And the business is usually mine He's making sure that I don't have fun Because he lives alone He's watching in the darkness of his home... Watching you, watching me Six remote controls So he can sit back on his ass And watch the world from his perch By the window, on the other side of the glass He says he's looking out for me but why can't he just see? Just because he has nobody He has to bother me...Watching me!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
