Butt sway is bliss
And in rut, funk,
This stalker is steamed, no sex drive,
I can't keep shut
And I can't crack down,
I've been choosin' to be slime

'Cause it's you I see so small through the peephole
With nothing on you, glutting my muse,
And it's view for free, I crawl to the peephole
So high and so sly, I pant creepy sighs all for you

What are those things,
That you flaunt in play,
Lust is numbing my plight,
You're stripping, I'm spurred,
Mother is dead, grinning,
She might show and your woe is near

'Cause it's true that she's appalled by the peephole,
Will cut into you, gutting, she'll move,
And she'll do her spree, she'll maul with a cheap blow
And not while you're dry, she'll plan your demise, run you through

Glum fling by stout old frau,
I grant does bring doubt,
Every sting she does is just as though,
Every slash we shove, contrite

'Cause it's you are me, we brawl by the peephole
With loosening screw, nuts, we did fuse,
And no clue, I plea, to crawl to the peephole
To spy with my eye and plan a disguise and pursue

'Cause it's you I see and all through the peephole
So breathtaking too, smut that I choose,
And I view with glee, the wall with the peephole
So high and so sly, I pant creepy sighs all for you

Cut, slay, abyss
And in rut, sunk,
This shock, she just screamed, won't survive.