Look what you've Done.....

Looking out my window at some one as I'm writing this

And I watch him eat a peach, the way he's biting it,

biting it

And I probably shouldn't stare, but I am fighting it,

fighting it

And I think that he's aware and kind of liking it,

liking it


On his motorbike, the way he's riding it,

riding it
And he says it feels so good but he is hiding it,

hiding it

Wet lips to cigarette and now he's striking it,

lighting it

As he looks me in the eye, hell, he must know he's inviting it


I've got nothing to prove,

ain't got nothing to lose
If you need someone to use,

I can take the abuse

holding up some paper to his window,

he's writing his name
and number and I'm laughing as I'm dialing it,

dialing it