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
Because 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 because 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
Because she´s walking the floor over me
That woman is walking the floor over me