All Watched Over Lovingly By Lenses

Casing the zone, 3 floors and no fire escape, 2 doors and more than a few holes, Ain't got no red tape. Take it home! Neighbor's got a peeper peerin at the hold, No dog, and a fence that don't latch, They don't bother with the bolt, Most days she keeps her window cracked. Take it home! A relay lights as the hinge folds, Like a dog at her hips, but that floor-plan is well known, I said that floor-plan is well known. Can I?! Can I take you (your) home?! Not much more than a few dull stones, And a rusty cast-iron hanging in that shack, Our eyes locked-in on a simple soap, Both wondering if the othered fight back, But you don't fight back. You don't fight back. You take it! You take it! I take it! We take it! I take it!