Voyeur, Pt. I - Albert Bouchard

I hear you breathing behind your door

I glimpse you walking, but I want more

I won’t hurt you, well, not much

I only crave a closer touch

You’re such, such, such an addiction.

I’m a voyeur, look come see,

Or leave that pleasure to me,

A living camera’s what I’ll be,

Impossible to set you free

You’re such, such, such an addiction.

I stand on fringes, it’s not that tough

I own you with my eyes, it’s enough

No need to fear how near I come

No need to wonder when I’ll be done — never.

I want you always in my eye

It’s my courtship, don’t be shy

I’ll own you now until we die

Nothing for it, you’re all mine