Words and music \u00a9 05\/15\/1996 by Oliver Ding<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Of all the things he wants me to, too less of them I know
And when I feel his eyes on me I just spell no.
The thoughts on his mind are mirrored by his pants.
I’m undressed by his eyes, not by his hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some might call him perverted, some may call me naive,
But what his thoughts are like stands on a different leaf.
His binoculars shine with the morning sun
And what his lenses see the setting moon would shun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He’s my neighbour from across. His lust is so true. I feel his eyes upon me where I won’t let your hands. He’s my neighbour from across. His lust is so true. The thoughts on his mind are mirrored by his pants. He’s my neighbour from across. His lust is so true. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Words and music \u00a9 05\/15\/1996 by Oliver Ding Of all the things he wants me to, too less of them I knowAnd when…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6121,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bluesky_dont_syndicate":"1","_bluesky_syndication_accounts":"","_bluesky_syndication_text":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[18,784],"tags":[57,782,600,265,374,375,399,467],"class_list":["post-6118","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-lyrics","category-sockenmusik","tag-band","tag-midi","tag-mitmenschen","tag-musik","tag-song","tag-songtext","tag-suspect","tag-zuneigung"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sockenseite.de\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6118","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sockenseite.de\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sockenseite.de\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sockenseite.de\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sockenseite.de\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6118"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/sockenseite.de\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6118\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sockenseite.de\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/6121"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sockenseite.de\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6118"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sockenseite.de\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6118"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sockenseite.de\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6118"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
He’s my neighbour from across. What can I do?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
His libido flatters in all the letters that he sends.
The thoughts on his mind are mirrored by his pants.
I’m undressed by his eyes, not by his hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He’s my neighbour from across. What can I do?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m undressed by his eyes, not by his hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He’s my neighbour from across. What can I do?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\nNeighbour<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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