He watches every move you make
Knows of the trip you plan to take
Went through your garden with a rake
Obsessed by who you are
Breath marks steam up your window\'s glass
He sat in in your beauty class
A camera clicks each time you pass
He\'s sat inside your car
His shadow exited the pack
The lingerie you got in black
Was used before he put it back
Frequents your favourite bar
The burning eyes that crawl your skin
Strange whispers building to a din
All borne of his affair with sin
Your door is still ajar
It\'s time at last you\'re all alone
Some ice cream and your super phone
Much more to us than skin and bone
But he can\'t see that far