Each night I see her there

The window shows her there

But she said it's all right

If I watch her every night

As she lays down and goes to work

While I hope for a glimpse

Of what she will not let me have between her thighs

Puts on a show for me

A movie just for me

She says, "Look but don't touch"

But she's asking too much

If she'd just let me walk across the street

I'd finally get more than a peek

At what's there in between her thighs

In between her thighs

She's moving faster now

I'm moving faster now

Thoughts about my face

Inside her thighs' embrace

Are dancing in my brain, I get worked up

I get too worked up

Wanting, needing what's there in between her thighs

In between her thighs