Woorden: Two. Voyeurs. My Ceiling's Low.

The collar fits
It's 'round my neck
A limping full
I am a wreck

The window's black
My suit is grime
Throw me a crumb
The cake's not mine

My ceiling's low
My ceiling's low
If you should lose your head
You can use mine instead
I will throw you your hat
Cause I know where it's at

I'd like to offer you a drink
Don't mind if it goes down the sink
Don't hesitate
Don't even look
I know what's floating
In my soup

My ceiling's low
My ceiling's low
If you should lose your head
You can use mine instead
I will throw you your hat
Cause I know where it's at