I know where you park your car
I know where you leave your keys
To your house when you ride your bike to the house at the end of the street
Who lives there who is he?
That was me that said you must be tired
That was me but you didn't know
And I frequent the park so I know your left needing how far you'll still go
In few years it'll show
While I'm on it
Don't furrow your brow
I'm admiring your work
I come in every other day
Every day in between I spent writing down interesting things I might say
To you but I never do
You get home around 7: 15
That's when you have your bare legs show
I'd assume you would close your blinds if you wanted to be alone
I let the camera roll
While I'm rolling
Don't turn to the wall
You sit close my prized ideal
My pretty you know I can help
It's a pity you haven't taken these steps to perfect yourself
So pretty you're in hell
This may sound like an adamance
I never dreamed I'd get a second chance
But since you are lending me your audience for now
Oh I can tell you, you've been feeding me
Food
Food
Food
Food
Food
Food
Oooh