I'm going to tiptoe through your garden
I'm going to slip by your sliding door
I want to tiptoe down your hallway
Til I find what I'm looking for

Well, these are the footsteps you'll never hear
Love that can never be
If you turn around, don't be afraid
It's no one, it's only me

I'm going to tiptoe through your bedroom
Past your Frederick's of Hollywood clothes
I want to watch you as your sleeping
So sublime in such sweet repose


I'm going to tiptoe out of your bedroom
I'm going to slip back into the street
And as I tiptoe through the shadows
May all your dreams be sweet

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