No need for rejoices
I'm watching my waistline
I'm a chap for the sauces
On plain streets
On boxes outside cars
In shelf streets
No need for the yelling
No need for the half cut and screech
On plain streets
On boxes outside cars
Shelf sweeps
I watch them climb up the window
I watch them slip into night
I watch them get in your week though
And with a feeling you can't fight
Cat burglar! Ah!
Cat burglar! Ah!
Cat burglar! Ah!
I know that you're watching
'Cause I can feel my heart pumping
Nothing is shocking
And nothing's more real
I know that you're watching
'Cause I can feel my heart pumping
I know nothing is shocking
And nothing's more real
No need for rejoices
I'm watching my belly (Yeah)
I'm a cunt for the sauces
On plain streets
On boxes outside cars
In Shelf streets
No seed in the telly
It's like batch slice I don't like
On plain streets
On boxes outsidе cars
In Shelf streets
I watch them climb up the window
I watch thеm slip into night
I watch them get in your week though
And with a feeling you can't fight
Cat burglar! Ah!
Cat burglar! Ah!
Cat burglar! Ah!
I know that you're watching
'Cause I can feel my heart pumping
Nothing is shocking
And nothing's more real
I know that you're watching
'Cause I can feel my heart pumping
I know nothing is shocking
And nothing's more real
Watch them climb up the window
Watch them slip into night (Slip)
Watch them get in your week though
With a feeling that you can't fight
Cat burglar! Ah!
Cat burglar! Ah!
Cat burglar! Ah!
I know that you're watching
'Cause I can feel my heart pumping
Nothing is shockin
And nothing's more real
I know that you're watching
'Cause I can feel my heart pumping
I know nothing is shocking
And nothing's more real
Stop, repeat
Stop, repeat
Stop, repeat
Stop, repeat
Stop, repeat
Stop, repeat
Stop, repeat
Stop, repeat
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