| Prying Eyes
Hey you with the brain. What you got cooking? Stop your fingers from thumbing, It�s time you quit looking. You�re a coward, a sneak, I caught you red handed. Those floorboards did squeak, When your heavy feet landed. You�re a guilty old bugger. Don�t go denying, In my journal I know, It�s you who�s spying. My writing is private. Please try to resist, Snooping is rude, So cease and desist. |
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