[Intro: muted trumpet riff, brushed snare, upright bass walking softly, sly male vocal ad-lib] [Verse 1: male lead, sarcastic spoken-sung crooner delivery] Oh my, my— Could they just not? Didn’t know, darling, I was so sought. Through the windowpane, They barely act tame, Like flashbulb hounds Chasing my name. Acting like paparazzi, But I don’t drive a Bugatti. [Pre-Chorus: piano picks up, drums tighten, vocal more annoyed] It’s annoying, Having eyes on you. Sounds crazy— I thought so too. [Chorus 1: full jazz band enters, brassy, catchy, bratty swing] People, get a life, Spying isn’t nice. And if you haven’t got a clue, Shame on you. [Verse 2: pull back to bass, piano, brushed drums] Pick up a book, Read it all through. I’ll be in my nook, Not thinking of you. We never think it through, That’s nothing new. [Build: eerie clarinet, soft cymbal taps like window taps] Shared too much information, Too freely on the apps. Now late at night, I hear little sounds— Like window taps. [Verse 3: creepier cabaret delivery, low brass growls] Grass makes noise When you step on in. Through the back alley, I’d call that a sin. I don’t know why you watch me, I don’t know why you care, With your creepy, Toothless stare. [Verse 4: sharper, faster, band building] Your mama would chew you through If I told her what you do. You’re not giving me a choice, So I’m raising my voice. [Final Chorus: biggest section, hot jazz finale, layered male backing vocals] People, get a life, Spying isn’t nice. And if you haven’t got a clue, Well—fuck you. [Outro: band cuts down, dry close vocal, bass and brushed snare only] When your hairs Stand on end, Don’t come creeping Round again. If I hear one more tap, I’m tapping back. [End: sudden brass stab, cymbal choke, hard stop]
