I am seen 
As I’m at work
My office door is closed
My office window shades are drawn
But someone watching knows

Every single move I make
Just like in the song
Has me always on display
And showing myself off

I sense I’m viewed
As I get dressed
Alone and in my house
Deciding what to wear that day
And ironing my blouse

The thrill of peering eyes on me
Sliding stockings on
Putting on my lipstick
Fastening my bra

Or just observed
As I recline
Relaxing
With my cat
I cannot see who watches me
Yet it excites me that

Shelter just does not exist
Even in my bed
And fast asleep, one arm thrown back
Crumpled sheets kicked off my legs

I am looked at 
All the time
I never am alone
Being seen is like a drug
And my addiction grows

I love that I am monitored
And don’t care to escape
I feel the looks
At every hour
Every single day

You’d think that it would bother me
That nothing is unknown
When spying eyes can always see
Anywhere I go

But to me, it’s just the opposite
I love to be on show
And I don’t want to change a thing
Being so exposed.