Open the gate to your apartment complex. You're not getting off that easily. I climb the fence. The one that you've been sitting on. (How long) before I'm just a memory?.
Yeah. . I played dead, immersed in that. Technicolor kind of black and white type. Counting one to seven through the roof. If my lady only knew how high I am.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!. . Go on tell me that you're better and you'd rather just forget. that things have gone so far,. Yeah tell that me that you're better and you'd rather just forget.