I'm in love wit' a b1tch that's popular
I'm at my window wit' a pair of binoculars
This could not get worse
Her image is burnt into my optic nerves
I'm masturbating while I drop this verse
She could never love me, I'm a toxic curse
Now I'm in the bushes, good evening officers
I'm just enjoyin' nature sirs, it's not perverse
I know this is where that weirdo often lurks
I hope y'all catch 'em in your constant search
No one understands me, it often hurts
Now I'm in a tree, I hope she don't see me on this perch
Maybe I should renounce Satan and all his works
Or maybe I should drop my pants and take off my shirt
I remember the time our paths crossed in church
Since then it's been nothin' but constant jerks
Oh God, help me, I think I'm a Peeping Tom
I can't control myself, I think that something's wrong
She closes her blinds and I just lose my mind
Oh God, save me, I think I'm a stalker or a rapist
I just gotta touch myself, I admit I really cannot take this
She closes her blinds and I just lose my mind
Help Me! Oh God, help me!