Intruder

I know something about Opening windows and doors I know how to move quietly To creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find Precious things in all Your cupboards and drawers Slipping the clippers Slipping the clippers Through the telephone wires The sense of isolation inspires Inspires me I like to feel the suspense When I'm certain you know I am there I like you lying awake, Your baited breath charging the air I like the touch and the smell Of all the pretty dresses you wear Intruders happy in the dark Intruder come Intruder come and leave his mark, Leave his mark