psycho dicotomy
Ever feel like you're being watched?
While you're walking down the street?
Who's that guy in the phone booth,
or the one in the store window?
All...checkin' you out.
Do they think you're pretty,
or are they fucking medicated psychotics ready to erase you're existance?
Like that green ford that's followed you that last three blocks,
Or the business man on the park bench that slightly lowered his paper to indescreetly look in your direction?
Maybe you're just paranoid.
you really sweat a lot!
Hey...listen...if you look out your window,
and swear that someome is watching you, your going nuts.
By the way, if you do look...I'll be sure to wave!
While you're walking down the street?
Who's that guy in the phone booth,
or the one in the store window?
All...checkin' you out.
Do they think you're pretty,
or are they fucking medicated psychotics ready to erase you're existance?
Like that green ford that's followed you that last three blocks,
Or the business man on the park bench that slightly lowered his paper to indescreetly look in your direction?
Maybe you're just paranoid.
you really sweat a lot!
Hey...listen...if you look out your window,
and swear that someome is watching you, your going nuts.
By the way, if you do look...I'll be sure to wave!
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