Just a little neighborhood No Wisteria Lane But, everyone has their secrets For they cannot abstain From the behavior that they know All of that is understood Now I shall paint the pictures The Portraits of the Neighborhood.
First we have a lovely lady She is lovely indeed Too lovely for her very own good The word "no" she does not know Night after night climbing out the window Parents in bed, as daft as the dead Climbing in a car, skirt pulled high Sitting in the backseat, getting high as the sky A car full of boys She's as ecstatic as can be If she only could know, she's only a toy Each takes their turn Tossing her like a rag doll Finishing inside then it's on to the next one Dropping her off at home Telling her to get out of the car Readjusting her skirt Back through the window she goes.
Peeking through the window The next picture painted The pervy next door neighbor Always looking to score The things he has done Not proud of them, he says For he has done terrible things Just sit back and read Watching through the window Holding himself in his hand Wife sleeping in bed As good as dead To him because he doesn't see The love that she brings to him Only the meat That she's grown on her bones Since their wedding day alone The *** is lack luster He needs someone else So he calls on the hookers And neighborhood hoes Seeing the girl in the too short skirt Now he's made a mess on the window Time to clean up.
Now across the street there It's an interesting affair A seemingly loving couple Blue skies, no rain She gardens, he works She cooks, he works Always greeted with a kiss Smiles all the time But, they have a secret Like everyone else Behind close doors He isn't Mr. Nice Guy The cuts and the bruises They come from somewhere She covers them up so no one will stare She says it will stop Just give it some time But one of these days He'll get carried away Sensing no danger This silly young woman Hangs around town To be beaten again.
The last and final portrait This middle aged woman Beautiful and kind Everyone loves her Including a boy A mere 15 years old Stops by her home Everyday after school She's giving him lessons But, everyone knows better A steamy affair She can sense the danger But, the thrill it gives She cannot stop Everyday he walks in A locked door behind him Window blinds closed The secret well hidden He kisses and rubs She does the same Till they're both in heaven Away from the pain He leaves in an hour Sometimes a little more She waves from the door Until tomorrow, there'll be more.
I've painted my picture Brief as it may be Every neighbor has their secrets Whether young or old What lies writhe behind closed doors Soon to escape For now just wait.