Liptones Paranoia
I know that somebody is watching me
Trough the windows late at night
I hide in the bedroom, squeeze my pillow
And put out the lights
I can hear them breading, I can hear their footsteps
They are standing right outside my door
You may call me paranoid but I am sure
I’ve got murderers waiting in the hall
Oh oh
You know they are coming after you
Oh oh
And there is nothing you can do
Is it the FBI the KGB
Or is it just the boogieman
I don’t dare to think anymore
They read my mind, I know they can
They are listening trough mailbox
They hide behind my curtains
I tell you they are after me
They are flying UFO
They have come for me and you
Please some body, rescue me!
Nothing you can do
