There's someone watching, watching, watching, there's someone watching
from the upper floor.
O where have you been my loverly in your bright red shoes, have you been
out dancing, dancing, dancing, have you been out dancing, to the rhythm and blues.
The night is for enjoyment the morning for regrets, sleepy eyes and a head thats sore
and things you'll soon forget.
But, is there someone watching, watching, watching, theres someone watching from
the upper floor.
But, is there someone watching, watching, watching, theres someone watching from
the upper floor.
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