Being Watched

You're a voyeur junkie; you're a problem boy

The peeping Toms regard you as their toy

The keyboard cowboys have stolen your voice

You'd like to give it up but you haven't got a choice

You've got a morbid fascination and a twisted view

You want big brother to spy on you

The trouble is (and you know it's true)

You like to be watched and be the watcher, too

You tap your Morse from your specimen jar

You are the audience, you are the star

You like to be watched and be the watcher, too

You've got mail; you'd better read it or you will become detached

And you wouldn't want that, would you?

You like to be watched and be the watcher, too