He gazes into a mirror
Reciting the Love Song he wrote,
With far less beauty than the woman
It's for.

Each lonely minute he thinks of her
As he sings each note.
He then grabs his coat in depression
And runs to the door.

The night is cold and gloomy
As he navigates the streets.
He approaches the house he knows
And halts at a window.

Through the fog glass could he see
His maiden, head to feet
At this moment he throws
His coat to the ground, revealing no clothes.

She looks out the window in horror
Screaming; gazing at his ****** flare.
As his blood pumps his courage he sings!
Up comes her dad revealing his weapon

He kicks open her door
Blocks it off with a chair,
And each begin firing
One with a gun, one with some fun,

Down falls Peeping Tom.