Voyeur
Blink-182
And when the day ends I'm sure she feels sorrow The lonely guy I am, I like to watch her change I've been here two days, I'll sure be here tomorrow I'd eat her out if she were on my dinner plate (And I wish) I wish she'd be more kind now I'm out of luck 'cause the shades are pulled down I've seen everything there is to be shown I followed her all the way home I can't be too cool in a tree with my pants down The air is cold and I've got splinters in my feet She caught me once, but I don't think that she cares now Unlike before, her view is blocked by a leaf (And I wish) I wish she'd be more kind now I'm out of luck 'cause the shades are pulled down I've seen everything there is to be shown I followed her all the way home I bet this last time's the one time too many The rush of waiting is burning in my head Right after supper her brother shower's twice a week He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred I've made mistakes by looking in the wrong window Her dad is big and I've never seen his face I've been here two days, and I'll sure be here tomorrow My lady's so sweet, she likes to entertain (And I wish) I wish she'd be more kind now I'm out of luck 'cause the shades are pulled down I've seen everything there is to be shown I followed her all the way home I bet this last time's the one time too many The rush of waiting is burning in my head Right after supper her brother shower's twice a week He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred (1, 2, 3, 4)alternative-rock blink Blink 182 blink-182 favorites green day live My Heart New Skool-kiddypunk-markesque pop punk punk punk rock rock skater two voices underbart konstig song
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