In the midnight hour, I will be in your living room, With dog dirt on the bottom of my shoes, Laid on your sofa, Watching your TV. Watching soft porn on your TV. Eating that last piece of cake out of your fridge, You know, that last piece YOU wanted. And as your lying asleep in your bed, I'll be going through the draws In your little sister's room as she sleeps. Sweet sixteen. I'll take a pair of her best knickers, The ones I took off with my teeth that night. That’s right, I slept with her, In the bed your lying in now. And as your dreams keep that sadistic smile Spread across your face. As you sleep in the bed that you've made, I'll be creeping into your room. Watching you as you sleep. Seeing into your dreams. I took an E this morning, I took one as I was coming down, I took one before I came around, And you are gonna take one before I leave. I'll slip it into your mouth on my way out. I'll take a picture of it on your lips, And mail it to your father. Your father who's next door, In bed with your neighbor at one o clock, As I'm in bed with his wife, Your mother. And as we lay there, Her half asleep, With her hand in my pants, And we do it, I do it with your mother, Just like I did with your sister. As your dad's next-door, Dressed in a PVC body suite With the slack, middle aged whore. I've got a camera filming him, She set it up when I was round earlier Dressed in a PVC suit Doing it with your neighbor. The neighbor your dad's shagging, I'll send your the tape mate. You see I've been keeping tabs on you, I've been watching you all, And I know what you get up to. I know about the phone sex and the baby oil, The top shelf magazines you've got hidden, Underneath your mattress. I'm gonna expose you. The dysfunctional family at No.24 So next time you see me, look away. And if you ever push in my queue again, I'll be round at midnight.Birth sign: Aquarius
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