Being Watched

You're a voyeur junkie, you're a problem boy The peeping Toms regard you as their toy The keyboard cowboys have stolen your voice You'd like to give it up but you haven't got a choice You've got a morbid fascination and a twisted view You want big brother to spy on you The trouble is (and you know it's true) You like to be watched and be the watcher, too You tap your Morse from your specimen jar You are the audience, you are the star You like to be watched and be the watcher, too You've got mail - you'd better read it or you will become detached And you wouldn't want that Would you? You like to be watched and be the watcher, too