Hey remember me?
The friendly neighborhood voyeur
Wandering the streets of South St Louis again
Looking in windows, discreetly of course
Haven’t been arrested yet
I’m not looking for sex after all
Only life…someone else’s life
The kind that always escapes me
Confounds me, confuses me
Maybe it’s the apron, would it work for me
If I bought an apron and learned to make meat loaf
Is the a-line khaki skirt they all seem to wear
Would that make me one of ‘them’
Short perky hairdo and flats
Is that the answer
Maybe it’s the car, I should buy a mini van
With a bicycle rack on the back
I walk and look and try to analyze
Try to figure out where I’m going wrong
I want to be in there, I want to be her
See the one with the two kids pulling on her skirt
While she sets a table for six, dinner cooking
Perfectly seasoned and done to a tee
I want to be her, I wonder if she would want to be me
I have 75 pair of shoes I could trade, a dozen bikinis…
.okay more but I want to keep the red,white and blue one
But I could be her, if she would only be me
We could trade and I could put the kids to bed
Ask them what story they want read
I could be her and she could be me
I could…I could…wait her husband just walked in the door
Never mind, I can’t be her
Don’t want to trade places any more
I think I’ll just go home and dream of Ed
Or Dempsey or Reilly or Brad
Think of all the men to come
And remember all I’ve had
And now that I think about it a bit
I don’t want to be her that bad