Blind Voyeur Returns

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LYRICS
[Introduction]
Tap, tap, tap goes my cane as I navigate the street
Dark glasses hiding watchful eyes, my deception is complete

[Verse 1]
Behind these dark sunglasses, I hide my seeing eyes
My white cane tapping rhythms is part of my disguise
The banker drops his papers then bends with quite a view
His pants split wide revealing boxers – Scooby Doo!
My neighbor thinks she's private when she "polishes her pearl"
While her husband practices pickup lines with an imaginary girl
The fitness coach flexes muscles in every windowpane
I've seen his "personal training" – it's driving me insane!

[Chorus]
You'd be amazed at what people let you see
When they think that you can't see at all
My rod may seem quite stiff and straight
But I'm having a ball

[Verse 2]
The pastor practices sermons with dance moves straight from hell
His "holy spirit" convulsions would make his congregation yell
That couple in apartment three? Their "wrestling" shakes the floor
I pretend to miss the doorknob while they're scoring more than four
The mailman reads your postcards then mimics how you write
My doctor checks his nostril gold when he thinks I've lost my sight
I once bumped into lawn-juray that was hanging out to dry
The lady helped me "feel" my way – I nearly blew my lie!

[Chorus]
You'd be amazed at what people let you see
When they think that you can't see at all
My shades conceal the truth they'd fear
While I'm having a ball

[Bridge]
Sometimes I trip on purpose, just to cop a feel
My hands land in convenient spots that make my senses reel
"So sorry for my fumbling, I cannot see a thing!"
As I stroke your silky curtains and make your doorbell ring

[Final Chorus]
You'd be amazed at what people let you see
When they think that you can't see at all
My cane's not the only thing that's up
When I'm having a ball, such a ball

[Outro]
Last week I walked right into the women's changing room
They screamed but quickly settled when they saw my eyes of gloom
What they didn't know as I felt my way out
The pictures in my memory are what it's all about
But karma has a way of keeping score, I fear
Last night I tripped for real and now I cannot hear
So if you see me signing with my hands up in the air
Know that I can read your lips – so please, beware!