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 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