The light on in your room makes me stop in the street
Looking at your window, I know it's your fault
I turn off my phone, I don't want to be noticed
The guard sees me from afar, he thinks I'm a pervert

I am not guilty
Of this love so cheap
You drove me crazy
I get excited

Oh I'm a poor thing
Thinking I could have you in my arms
A kiss another hug
I think I'm really hurt