Into my privacy
par Ophélie Winter
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I feel your pryin´ eyes all over me
U get so excited by the things U should not see
U been snoopin´ round my dirty laundry
Peepin´ thru my window, into my privacy
I know U´re watchin´, I know U´re hidin´
I can´t keep secrets when walls have ears
Oh! U got me spooked yeah, got me jumpy
Cuz´ I know U´re thru your 2 way mirror
U look me up, U look me down
Do I leave a good impression
I wanna know do I satisfy
Do I fit in your obsession
U hear my pillow talk, see my stocking run
Wait for me t trip just one slip of the tongue
I heard a floor board creak, I hear your camera whine
Will I see my picture in a checkout line
U dig the dirt, U kiss and tell
Don´t worry if it´s not the truth
To make it more sensational, U can fabricate the proof
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I´m goin´ down with my baby and we´re in a groove
With your infrared U´re watchin´ my every move
Tryin´ to trip my game, messin´ with my brain
I pay the price of fame, did your mother tell U that it´s
Rude, stickin´ your business into mine
U´re in the shadow where the sun don´t shine
U bury your soul just to get your big headline
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I feel your pryin´ eyes all over me
U get so excited by the things U should not see
U been snoopin´ round my dirty laundry
Peepin´ thru my window, into my privacy
I know U´re watchin´, I know U´re hidin´
I can´t keep secrets when walls have ears
Oh! U got me spooked yeah, got me jumpy
Cuz´ I know U´re thru your 2 way mirror
U look me up, U look me down
Do I leave a good impression
I wanna know do I satisfy
Do I fit in your obsession
U hear my pillow talk, see my stocking run
Wait for me t trip just one slip of the tongue
I heard a floor board creak, I hear your camera whine
Will I see my picture in a checkout line
U dig the dirt, U kiss and tell
Don´t worry if it´s not the truth
To make it more sensational, U can fabricate the proof
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I´m goin´ down with my baby and we´re in a groove
With your infrared U´re watchin´ my every move
Tryin´ to trip my game, messin´ with my brain
I pay the price of fame, did your mother tell U that it´s
Rude, stickin´ your business into mine
U´re in the shadow where the sun don´t shine
U bury your soul just to get your big headline
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