Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl

You kno, she lives in Apt. 29

Why... that's the one right up top a mine

Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry

O ah hear her walkin

Walkin barefoot cross the floor-boards

All thru this lonesome night

And ah hear her crying too.

Hot-tears come splashin on down

Leaking thru the cracks,

Down upon my face, ah catch'em in my mouth!

Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!!

From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!

Ah read her diary on her sheets

Scrutinizin every lil piece of dirt

Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt

Fled outa the window,

And shinning it down the vine

Outa her night-mare, and back into mine

Mine! O Mine!

From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!

Cry! Cry! CRY!

She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet!

and standin like this with my ear to the ceiling

Listen ah kno it must sound absurd

but ah can hear the most melancholy sound

ah ever heard!

Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y!

From her to eternity!

From her to eternity!

O tell me why? Why? Why?

Why the ceiling still shakes?

Why the fixtures turn to serpants snakes?

This desire to possess her is a wound

and its naggin at me like a shrew

but, ah kno, that to possess her

Is, therefore, not to desire her.

O o o then ya kno, that lil girl would just have to go!

Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity