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