What Are You Looking At?
I was staring out the front window
The wife asks me
What are you looking at?
Watching my neighbor
Bag up his leaves I say
Nobody ever taught me the right way
Thought it might be some big-breasted blonde
Jogging down the street
Funny how things change
These things happen without notice
True, but if my neighbor
was a big-breasted blonde, I would look.
I would want to see how she rakes her leaves.