Too Worked Up - Screeching Weasel

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.

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 between her thighs