You're standing there with your back turned to me,
Letting everything hanging out for me to see,
I glance over the colours and designs,
as everything catches my eye.
Curiosity gets the better of me,
And my knees are growing a little bit weak.
I smile at myself as I let my mind wander,
To the things that my eyes are lusting after.
Don't be so naughty,
I tell myself slowly,
And quickly look away from his glory.
I just can't help it and I have to look back,
And grow disappointed as I steadily watch,
The young man changing put his clothes back on the rack.
The store is quiet and I hang my head low,
Missing already what I had been shown,
I steadily walked out of the clothing store.