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 you know
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 woulda worked out 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 woulda 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