I honestly was thinking of just one thing when I left   So I headed toward my destination- I never even checked   But as I look back down the corridor my dumb trilemma finally occurs:   That I am standing in the bathroom and I don't remember which doorway is hers      One roommate's not so friendly and mostly likely not awake   And the other one I wouldn't mind much making that mistake   But it's probably not the time or place and I'm pretty sure my little host concurs   So I am stuck here in the bathroom until I remember which doorway is hers      I guess I should know better, and I guess this fix is real   In this hall that I call Monty in this sad Let's Make A Deal   What am I doing here?   Oh, what am I doing here?   I don't know.      Somewhere in this apartment in a bed that's not my own   A near stranger lets my name go in a low and sultry moan   And my engine is idling while in her room her motor sweetly purrs   But that's all useless in the bathroom if I can't remember which doorway is hers      So I am stuck here in the bathroom 'cause I don't remember which doorway   I'm standing in the bathroom and I can't remember which doorway   I'm useless in the bathroom 'cause I don't know which is hers