Voyeur, Pt. I

I hear you breathing behind your door
I glimpse you walking, but I want more
I won’t hurt you, well, not much
I only crave a closer touch
You’re such, such, such an addiction.
I’m a voyeur, look come see,
Or leave that pleasure to me,
A living camera’s what I’ll be,
Impossible to set you free
You’re such, such, such an addiction.
I stand on fringes, it’s not that tough
I own you with my eyes, it’s enough
No need to fear how near I come
No need to wonder when I’ll be done — never.
I want you always in my eye
It’s my courtship, don’t be shy
I’ll own you now until we die
Nothing for it, you’re all mine