Matthew Koma
Voyeur
Oh Oh!
Oh Oh!
Oh Oh!
Oh Oh!
She thros his arms arounds her neck
Drink him like he is Jesus
The broken neon sign outsides spies like a voyeur through the glass
She smokes her cigarettes and goes inside his leather wallet
Flips by the picture of his wife to get two Benjamin and rent
He takes her to the train on Essex
He leavs her with his coat and ethics
He sees her in the head lights
When his face turns
Why was her body like
OH! OH!
Was she on ya like
OH! OH!
Tell me did she taste like sweet surrender
Was it hot to think I knew?