I prowl about in the neighbourhood like a male cat,
uncastrated, out on a mission with my iron bat.
Alone outside in the night, voyeur, looking at pussies
while he is lurking and listening at your door.
Give me something for my fantasy,
a bit I can play with.
Wading about with restless steps on the roads,
I have my route from window to window.
Don't worry, I haven't come to commit burglary.
I want to look a bit at you, while I wank off.
I hope you give me a show by the toilet bowl.
I am the man on the other side of the window,
hidden behind the mask,
because of my disfigured face.
I want to tell you something,
I see that you are getting wet.
You shan't resist, I won't do you anything.
I just stand and wank off my dick,
so rampageously wild, I don't touch you.
I am there when you don't draw the curtains,
looking a bit at you, moving while naked
in your bed, in the living room, in your door,
looking a bit at you, moving while naked.
I am there when you don't draw the curtains,
looking a bit at you, moving while naked.
Give me something for my fantasy,
give me something for my fantasy,
a bit I look at.
I don't look at that
which turns me on among men and women.
And when they fuck their friends
and those they know with long legs,
a lot of money, and an index finger
far inside the guts,
so that it can't really get further up.
I'm not sick, I don't record you on video.
Innoncent with a ready cock underneath the kimono,
because you are hot when there is no contact.
Ear against the door, let me hear you talk,
give me something for my fantasy,
a bit I can play with.
Wading about with restless steps on the roads,
and I have done it since I was a little boy.
I lurkered around in the gardens,
and hid myself behind a bike shed,
seen your mum naked with a vacuum cleaner.
Sucked a bit on my toys and my meat graps,
and I changed clothes with the girls in my school.
I took my dick between the legs,
so it looked like I had a vagina.
I am there when you don't draw the curtains,
looking a bit at you, moving while naked
in your bed, in the living room, in your door,
looking a bit at you, moving while naked.
I am there when you don't draw the curtains,
looking a bit at you, moving while naked.
Give me something for my fantasy,
give me something for my fantasy,
a bit I look at.
It is I who stands in your door, spy.
I can see you, but you can't hear anyone.
High on the smell of feminine urine,
I can smell it like an animal,
it may seem intimate.
Creeping, waking off behind your white curtain,
staring at it, wild and horny masturbation.
I love girls who don't know they are alone
when it is late,
and they stand in the living room changing san pad.
I am there when you don't draw the curtains,
looking a bit at you, moving while naked
in your bed, in the living room, in your door,
looking a bit at you, moving while naked.
I am there when you don't draw the curtains,
looking a bit at you, moving while naked.
Give me something for my fantasy,
give me something for my fantasy,
a bit I look at.