Too Worked Up

Each night I see her there The window shows her there But she said it's all right If I watch her every night As she lays down and goes to work While I hope for a glimpse Of what she will not let me have between her thighs Puts on a show for me A movie just for me She says, "Look but don't touch" But she's asking too much If she'd just let me walk across the street I'd finally get more than a peek At what's there in between her thighs In between her thighs She's moving faster now I'm moving faster now Thoughts about my face Inside her thighs' embrace Are dancing in my brain, I get worked up I get too worked up Wanting, needing what's there in between her thighs In between her thighs