As Watched You Through the Window

The first time I ever followed you home
I hid in the etched shadows of the bushes
I watched your two silhouettes and listened to your moans
Sat spoiled by the film produced by your lushes

Lipstick stains cover his neck
How I wish I were him
How I want to break that little prick
With you I want to sin

You'll never love me
Except for when I force you
But don't ever believe
That he loves you more than I do

You know my shame
That's why you never turn around
When I scream your name
Just letting the sound rebound

Leaving me all alone
No one puts baby in the corner
Except for you, cold as bones
Leaving me a moaner
a mourner
And never more turned on