[Intro]

Didn't

Didn't mean

(May.. Maybe one night

Look look look look peekaboo

Peekaboo

Look through your peephole)

[Verse 1]

Yeah, yo, check it out

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

One time, this kid Bradley left me with a broken shoulder (ow)

I had a new telephoto lenses, I was taking photographs of his second older sister, Gwen (hello)

Her form was divine, her blinds were slightly open as I hid behind a street sign

Then I moved behind a giant pine, she did yoga every night at about nine

(It's nine o'clock)

Bradley wasn’t that tough

He had a Kansas City Starter coat, his father sold soaps

The kind that look like shells

He dealt with distributers and chains of motels (oh)

Imagine how Gwen smells, her one legged king pigeon pose and her workout clothes

Inspiration like a muse

Also on the flying crow, she never wore shoes

That’s why I bought this new Canon

At the China Beach, pack up and head to Gwen’s street

Shit was an I.S., very ritualistic, she wore the same sweats

Warm up sweats, they were turbo green

I’d often think to myself “If I only had a trampoline”

(Damn)

Then she took off her pants, these photographs were our first found romance

(Yes)

I was only twelve, Bradley broke my shoulder when we fell off these garage shelves

(Damn)

We were just horsing around, I felt my shit pop when I hit the damn garage ground

(Ow)

(Ow)

I showed Gwen the photos years later when she was back in town

(Ow, ow, ow)

[Outro]

(I'm back... I'm back... I'm back)

(Where your sister went?)

I took photographs of you, when you were younger

And now I’m showing them to you

(Peek - a - peekaboo)

To you

I'm showing them to you

(Peekaboo ooh ooh)

(Look through your peephole)

(I'm back)

(Where your sister went?)

(Maybe one night

Maybe one night

Maybe one night

Look through

Your

Peephole

Peekaboo)

(Didn't mean to turn you on)