Baby oh touch me like you did in the summer When I woke up just to hear Speakers made of tin cans piercing through My window like a cold breeze on my ear Sittin on the stoop in the yard I looked so Tired I can tell that it's early you know
Oh it's much to far to walkin all by myself.
What a manner to act Like a heart attack Because lookin back You woulda worked it like this
9 o'clock is late for the sun But the subways on the 7 block To way and I'll be there soon We're walking to the boulevard It never seemed as bad As any other time passing through Keep on lookin down at the pavement With hope that there's no one Can hear your pocket full of keys
Oh them pain feel the skinless callous on my feet
What a manner to act Like a heart attack Because lookin back You woulda worked it like this
What a manner to act Like a heart attack Because lookin back You woulda worked it like this I got these stiches in my eyes And there are too many things That feel like that you are talking about!