Can I touch you here?nMay I search your bags?nYou have randomly been selectednGot a funny name and you look the partnPlus, I like the waynYou bulge in your clothesnnYehhhh I love my jobnRock bottom pay never felt so hotnBig man, uniform and badgenPedophile Santas ain't got nothin' on mennI love to feel sexy thingsnOther people's sexy thingsnI love to peek at people's thingsnOther people's private thingsnnWhen I was young and someone's guestnI'd find a way to sneak upstairsnPeek in the closet, paw through the drawersnAnd feel a tingle up from belownnOh, how I love to findnNew playthings for my mindnI file these thoughts awaynUntil I go on breaknWhen I can finally touch myselfnnSee your shiny jewelsnOn your neck and wristsnThey could be weaponsnWe must play safennSo fork 'em over,nOr you're under arrestnMaybe you should have checked themnIn your suitcasennMeanwhile, down belownWhat have we here?nLet's open this one upnPills! Cash! Electronics to fencenLet's see you prove they were therenIn the first placennWho is that behindnThe one way mirror blindnJust little ol' menAnd my non-dairy cremenGotta wipe it up and go selectnSomeone newnWooo!