(Boom)    It's the way she moves that broom that's got me consumed    And it ain't got nothin to do with this peepin   It's the look on her face that's got me displaced    Plus the fact that she's probably got no clue i'm peepin   She's deep into routine cleanin off the sidewalk in front of The shop she works    1:15 AM    Me, parked in a car, in the street    Maybe thirty feet from the spot she sweeps    Emotions achin   Who is this human and why's she chewin my attention    The action, unaware, innocent, purely accident    And who am i askin this    I'm alone in the passenger seat of this *beep*    Awaitin' my companion    But damn man, she's got me distracted    And it's not just the fact that she's attractive    It's the whole kit-and-kaboodle    From the look on her face    To her taste in shoes    To the way she moves    It inspires me to sit and doodle    So while i write, she wipes down the tagged up picnic tables    And missin' not a spot    So here i sit once again with a pen and a desire to be entirely Lost in a world of them