Too Worked Up Lyrics

Each night I see her there.
The window shows her there.
But she said it's all-right if I watch her every night as she lays down and goes to work while I hope for a glimpse of what she will not let me have between her thighs. Puts on a show for me; a movie just for me. She says "look but don't touch" but she's asking too much. If she'd just let me walk across the street I'd finally get more than a peek at what's there in between her thighs. She's moving faster now; I'm moving faster now. Thoughts about my face inside her thighs' embrace are dancing in my brain. I get worked up, I get too worked up wanting, needing what's there between her thighs.