Catwalks

The catwalks go up to your bedroom

And they let me see inside

And now I know when you are lying

And you have got nowhere to hide

Would you mind?

“Yeah, no problem”

“No, go ahead”

It's really something so unkind

If I ask a certain question

I'd like you to respond

In fair due good time

And tell me what I should expect

And when and where you need me to be

I can't escape this ugly feeling

that you find something wrong with me