Looking In The Windows

Shuffling down the street
Mr. Thomas watches his feet
He belches then he farts
and thinks he ought to stop and get
a bite-to eat
I see you, Mr. Thomas, I see you
Looking in the windows
Looking in the windows
A shortcut through McGarvie’s
and right in step I fell
I know what he’s up to
I know, but I won’t tell
I hide in the bushes
I hide very well
I see you, Mr. Thomas, I see you
Looking in the windows
Looking in the windows
Saw a woman with no clothes
Couldn’t help but stop and stare
and then somebody caught you there
Looking in the windows
Mr. Thomas is gone now
They’ve taken him away
But I follow in his footsteps
I watch you all my prey
And it’s just a little pane of glass
that’s keeping me at bay
I see you, Mr. Thomas, I see you
Looking in the windows
Looking in the windows