Anja Kotar - October
21
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I swear there’s something going on across the street
My neighbor’s acting just a little too discrete, yeah
He’s taking trash out in the middle of the night
But when I see him in the day he’s so polite
Every morning he waves as I leave the door
But I see him buying bleach at the grocery store, yeah
He’s the founder of the whole neighborhood watch
And every week they meet up for a glass of scotch
Who’d suspect a guy who
Always wears a smile with his tie
They all believe a guy who
Is truly a delight, Mr. Right
Close the windows, lock the door
It’s late at night and hear footsteps on the floor
Blood is freezing in my limbs
Well, is it real or is it just October things?
He never talks about his past, they say he’s coy
I could just shrug it off, I’m being paranoid, yeah
Women come over cuz he doesn’t have a spouse
But oddly no one ever sees them leave his house
Who’d suspect a guy who
Always wears a smile with his tie
They all believe a guy who
Is truly a delight, Mr. Right
Close the windows, lock the door
It’s late at night and hear footsteps on the floor
Blood is freezing in my limbs
Well, is it real or is it just October things?
Maybe I’ve been watching too much TV
Maybe I should let him have privacy
Or maybe I’m the only one who can see
Our street’s the scene of a thriller mystery
Close the windows, lock the door
It’s late at night and hear footsteps on the floor
Blood is freezing in my limbs
Well, is it real or is it just October things?
My neighbor’s acting just a little too discrete, yeah
He’s taking trash out in the middle of the night
But when I see him in the day he’s so polite
Every morning he waves as I leave the door
But I see him buying bleach at the grocery store, yeah
He’s the founder of the whole neighborhood watch
And every week they meet up for a glass of scotch
Who’d suspect a guy who
Always wears a smile with his tie
They all believe a guy who
Is truly a delight, Mr. Right
Close the windows, lock the door
It’s late at night and hear footsteps on the floor
Blood is freezing in my limbs
Well, is it real or is it just October things?
He never talks about his past, they say he’s coy
I could just shrug it off, I’m being paranoid, yeah
Women come over cuz he doesn’t have a spouse
But oddly no one ever sees them leave his house
Who’d suspect a guy who
Always wears a smile with his tie
They all believe a guy who
Is truly a delight, Mr. Right
Close the windows, lock the door
It’s late at night and hear footsteps on the floor
Blood is freezing in my limbs
Well, is it real or is it just October things?
Maybe I’ve been watching too much TV
Maybe I should let him have privacy
Or maybe I’m the only one who can see
Our street’s the scene of a thriller mystery
Close the windows, lock the door
It’s late at night and hear footsteps on the floor
Blood is freezing in my limbs
Well, is it real or is it just October things?
