This time each day
I do a waltz down the hall
My ceilings shakes like the (?) up above
Just remember when I cut you down for the second time
It happens to the better of the brightest minds
And remember when I cut you down for the third time
It happens to the better of the brightest minds
These quiet hours, I don't know how to talk
I'll play your game, it really don't suit me at all
Just remember when I cut you down
It happens to the better of the brightest minds
And remember when I cut you down for the third time
It happens to the better of the brightest minds
My, how she comes and goes
Here we are, disrobed
Full of (?), yes
You're admired but I don't know why
My, how she comes and goes
It's a shame, it's such a cryin' shame
and you're admired but I don't know why
This time, this time, this time each day