Naked neighbors draw rude glances
Taking in means taking chances
Dim the lights, the seer goes unseen
Does she thrill in exhibition
Has she even one suspicion
That the world can see her primp and preen
When she steps from the shower
Regardless of the hour
I'm going to have a front row seat
Naked neighbors are a riddle
Should you have a peek and fiddle
Or politely cough and look away
Is she open to suggestion
Is applause out of the question
I've no nerve to find out what she'd say
She stands before the mirror
I'd like to bring her nearer
But I won't leave my front row seat
That face won't launch a thousand ships
Must be the context that is turning me on
Crouched by a window in the dark
Slave to a sickness that is spurring me on