You just didn't see him, peeking through the glass
her stalker of before, returning, from the past
I picked up the phone and called 911
reporting the creeper, over now, and done
They pack him in the cruiser
handcuffs upon his wrists
What a total loser
on a predatory list
Returning to my portal
no obstruction blocking view
Watching through your window
insuring, no one's stalking you
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
You just didn't see him, peeking through the glass
her stalker of before, returning, from the past
I picked up the phone and called 911
reporting the creeper, over now, and done
They pack him in the cruiser
handcuffs upon his wrists
What a total loser
on a predatory list
Returning to my portal
no obstruction blocking view
Watching through your window
insuring, no one's stalking you
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