Suzanne Vega – Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you’ve seen me before
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it’s because I’m crazy
I try not to act too proud
After that you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
I walked into the door again
If you ask that’s what I’ll say
And it’s not your business anyway
I guess I’d like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don’t ask me how I am
Just don’t ask me how I am
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you’ve seen me before
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
After that, you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore