Peephole's in range,
But there is danger:
Face can get punched in
When your eye's homed.

Women will kick you
If you are watching.
She's bra disrobin'. . .
Dents your crown

Then there's pain--
Facial nerves say to the brain:
"I feel pain!"
Not only wrenched, you are shamed
'cause a dame
Made you lame
And you're maimed.

Need ice, yeah!

Peephole's make strange
People much stranger.
Face it: you're punch-prone
When your eye's honed.

Women will stick you
If you are watching.
Streamed hemoglobin
Drenchin' down.

Then there's pain.
Face it: you ought to refrain
From these strange
Notions; it's time for a change. . .
Off clothes; dames
From Saint James
Are in range.