Peeping and Creeping
The object of my affection
And all my hidden confessions
Can be seen as a nice view
Through a window I see through
Every night as I look
At a boy who is a crook
Steeling my heart from me
Even though he doesn't see
That I am under his spell
Wishing that I could just tell
How I feel when I gawk
Over at him as I stalk
Always watching every action
Feeling the satisfaction
I can secretly admire
The hotness of my desire
In the safety of my house
Like a quiet little mouse
Through binoculars I spot
Someone who is really hot
Every night and every day
This is where my heart will stay
Until I can find courage
To admit my heart is his
Something I'm no longer keeping
In my room---There's no more peeping
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