I was woken up at four A.M.   By your screams and anguished cries   Your mother was singing in the bathroom   She will never be my child   Oh baby, talks in her sleep so loud      We're living four flights up   But I swear right now it feels like underground      Well, you have absolutely no common sense   Yes, I know that's your charm   You spend the whole day on the phone   You say, well, it helps you stay calm   You cling to my arm, yes, I know that's your charm      And when I ask you what you want   You say, "Do you mind, hey, crocodile"   Well, then could you give me some peace   You say, "Well, maybe for a while"      Sometimes you know you could almost be a child   Oh, must you tell me all your secrets   When it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing      We're living four flights up   But I swear right now it feels like underground      You are your own worst enemy   So don't expect my sympathy   Oh, go back to your mother's house   And cry your little heart out      You can drive them back to town   In a beat-up Grace Kelly car   Looking like a friend of Truman Capote   Looking exactly like you are   Yes, yes, I know that's your charm      So don't ask me if I want you   Only ask me if I must   I've been blown around so long   Don't know which senses to trust   Oh no, but I know that I must      Oh, must you tell me all your secrets   When it's hard enough to love you knowing nothing   We're living four flights up   But I swear right now it feels like underground