Watching Me Like a Hawk
Who's that skinny old guy in the rumpled brown suit with a frown on his face
standing over your right shoulder watching your every move like a hawk?
I'm not sure, but every time I even think of doing something immoral or illegal
there's this uncanny flow of concern streaming through me that's nearly lethal
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