A Manner to Act

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