Voyeur - Matthew Koma

She throws his arms around her neck

Drinks him like he is Jesus

The broken neon sign outside

Spies like a voyeur through the glass

She smokes her cigarettes and goes

Inside his leather wallet

Flips by the picture of his wife

To get to Benjamin and rent

He takes her to the train on Essex

He leaves her with his coat and ethics

He sees her in the headlights

And his face turns white

Was her body like oh oh

Was she on ya like oh oh

Tell me did she taste like sweet surrender?

Was it hot to think I knew?

And you’re preaching like oh oh

Was she screaming like oh oh

Tell me does it get you off to watch me watching you?

His faith was loaded as a drunk

Strung out and in denial

How could he inhale then break his

Ten year hallelujah in a van?

Presses her ring against his chest

Asks him if she was worth it

Didn’t pay to come

Paid for someone to pretend they gave a shit

You don’t know what you put me through, love

A white wedding with a few, no real love

The wings out on the tightrope

With the side wings broke

With a body like oh oh

Was she on ya like oh oh

Tell me did she taste like sweet surrender?

Was it hot to think I knew?

Were you preaching like oh oh

Was she screaming like oh oh

Tell me does it get you off to watch me watching you?

I’m only sorry till I do it again, he said

She said, I hate him but I love him to death

I’m only sorry till I do it again, he said

She said, I hate him but I love him

I hate him but I love him

Was her body like

Was she on ya like

Was she preaching like

Was she screaming like

Was her body like oh oh

Was she on ya like oh oh

Tell me did she taste like sweet surrender?

Was it hot to think I knew?

Were you preaching like oh oh

Was she screaming like oh oh

Tell me does it get you off to watch me watching you?

Tell me did she taste like sweet surrender?

Was it hot to think I knew?