There's 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 that's in her eyes is plain to see
Slowly she's been wearing out my ceiling
Walking the floor over me
Every night I hear her crying
Crying over some old memory
A little of my heart is down here dying
Cause she's walking the floor over me
Back and forth I followed every footstep
Counting long enough to fall asleep
Had the sweetest dream last night cause I dreamt
She was walking the floor over me
Every night I hear her crying
Crying over some old memory
A little of my heart is down here dying
Cause she's walking the floor over me
That woman is walking the floor over me