Yo Key-Love, check these hizzes I just came up on man

Come on over here man, know you wanna get busy with this here



[Kool Keith]

Yo nah man, I got my binoculars on, zoom

Check out in this buildin, this honey is gettin undressed

She don't even know I'm watchin, check it out..



[chorus]

Private eyes.. private eyes..



[sung Intro]

Look at you honey, you're lookin good girl

Don't you see me lookin through your window

Oooh, baby, get outta here over here baby

You, I loooove I love to, climb up in a tree

Get a good look, closer up, don't you see me

(Keith, get your camera ready)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhowww!



[Kool Keith]

With equipment ready, my thirty-five millimeter Minolta

I snap flicks of chicks prime thickness catch perfect night twilight

Kodak exchanges, you're caught with strangers

For the self-entertainment I make arrangements

Adjusting focus here, stand there

I got the best view, just you, my target, your G-string

All booty's in the air

Clear pictures, raw adventures

Developin some progress, already you undressed

Psychadelic background, me with oils

You pull your panties down in your own privacy



[singing]

And I'm lookin lookin lookin in your private eyes..

Peekin through your windows, babe

Private eyes.. you're lookin gorgeous.. oooh

Private eyes



[Kool Keith]

Yeah

There I am, black mask, cape, naked

Leather striped motorcycle boots

The phenomenal Bronx entertainer, private show solo

Binoculars in my window

Peepin Tom, I'm watchin you do the (?) sheer lingerie

My telescope's on you every day

Apartment house, you don't know

Six-three, or six-T

It could be my boy downstairs in three-B

Erotic rubbers for lovers; three-way peekaboos

You run and change your shoes, elastic boots beyond your knees

You see me on the elevator every night, I smile, peace



[singing]

Private eyes.. yes.. private ey-eye-eye-eye-eyes

Peakin into you, baby..

Don't you see me, lookin through your window

Here I come, into your bedroom baby

Oh yeah, (?) on zoom, ohhh

Console I keep it close.. to you, babe



[Kool Keith]

No pager no phones I know you're home

I see you cookin in the kitchen

Silk robe, as you roam back and forth

As I stand birthday suitless

Blow kisses with wishes I wanna approach, I'd rather watch live

Night steams with dreams I beam in your face

Lights out, you can't see

Private eyes exchange, between you and me..



Private eyes..