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 cool breeze on my ears

Sitting on a stoop in the yard I looked so tired, I could tell that it's early enough

Oh, it's much too far to be walking all by myself.

What a manner to act like a heart attack

Because looking back, you would've worked it like this.

Nine o'clock is late for the sun but the subway's only seven blocks away and we'll be there soon

We're walking to the boulevard, it never seemed as bad as any other time passing through

Keep on looking down at the pavement with hope that there's no one can hear your pocketful of keys

Oh, and pain! feel the skin that's calloused on my feet.

What a manner to act like a heart attack

Because looking back, you would've worked out like this

I got two stiches in my eyes and there are too many things

That feel like that you are talking about.