Theres a lady living right above me Pretty as a picture on the wall Once I helped her with a bag of groceries We met a time or two out in the hall
She told me somebody hurt her feelings The hurt thats in her eyes is plain to see Slowly shes been wearing out my ceiling Walkin the floor over me
Every night I hear her cryin Cryin over some old memory A little of my heart is down here dyin 'Cause shes walkin the floor over me
Back and forth I followed every footstep Countin long enough to fall asleep Had the sweetest dream last night cause I dreamt She was walkin the floor over me
Every night I hear her cryin Cryin over some old memory A little of my heart is down here dyin Cause shes walkin the floor over me That woman is walkin the floor over me
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