911

Written：Cyndi Lauper/Stephen Broughton Lunt
Theres a riot in the kitchen an the beds on fire
Theres a locket in my pocket that i cant find
Oh im at the window whistling in the windd
Im at my own front door and i cant get in
Im dialling up the 911
Im on the brink of trouble again
If you could change the time a little
Then everything would be
Fine, fine, fine
Tell me do you have a home-made remedy
The only time we talk is in our sleep
Oh he likes the mornings, i like the moon
Its a typicsl case of to little, too soon
Im dialling up the 911
Im on the brink of trouble again
If you could change the time a little
Then everything would be
Fine, fine, fine
...My back is in the corner
my boat is taking on water
You cant wrap fire up in paper
And you cant rap your way out of here
Oh he likes the mornings, i like the moon
Its a typicsl case of to late, too soon
Im dialing up 911...