Walking down the street in a hot summer's dress
You're eighteen and fearless, not perceiving dangers
You stop at some boutiques and observe male strangers
Glaring for a nice peek for your underwear guess

All innocent fair games, and you flirt carefully
Bending down, slowly up, and hands making gestures
To please her audience of shopping court's jesters
She finishes browsing and walks out gracefully

A couple of weeks pass, and you receive a call
It's the police sergeant that wants to talk to you
Seems like a peeping tom got your underwear view

Giving your true statement before starting to bawl
Imagining the length of these pictures on net
You'll look out for creepers, anyone can be threat.