Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl  You kno, she lives in Apt. 29  Why... that's the one right up top a mine  Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry  O ah hear her walkin  Walkin barefoot cross the floor-boards  All thru this lonesome night  And ah hear her crying too.  Hot-tears come splashin on down  Leaking thru the cracks,  Down upon my face, ah catch'em in my mouth!  Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!!  From her to eternity!  From her to eternity!  From her to eternity!  Ah read her diary on her sheets  Scrutinizin every lil piece of dirt  Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt  Fled outa the window,  And shinning it down the vine  Outa her night-mare, and back into mine  Mine! O Mine!  From her to eternity!  From her to eternity!  From her to eternity!  Cry! Cry! CRY!  She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet!  and standin like this with my ear to the ceiling  Listen ah kno it must sound absurd  but ah can hear the most melancholy sound  ah ever heard!  Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y!  From her to eternity!  From her to eternity!  O tell me why? Why? Why?  Why the ceiling still shakes?  Why the fixtures turn to serpants snakes?  This desire to possess her is a wound  and its naggin at me like a shrew  but, ah kno, that to possess her  Is, therefore, not to desire her.  O o o then ya kno, that lil girl would just have to go!  Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity!