I honestly was thinking of just one thing when I left
So I headed toward my destination- I never even checked
But as I look back down the corridor my dumb trilemma finally occurs:
That I am standing in the bathroom and I don't remember which doorway is hers
One roommate's not so friendly and mostly likely not awake
And the other one I wouldn't mind much making that mistake
But it's probably not the time or place and I'm pretty sure my little host concurs
So I am stuck here in the bathroom until I remember which doorway is hers
I guess I should know better, and I guess this fix is real
In this hall that I call Monty in this sad Let's Make A Deal
What am I doing here?
Oh, what am I doing here?
I don't know.
Somewhere in this apartment in a bed that's not my own
A near stranger lets my name go in a low and sultry moan
And my engine is idling while in her room her motor sweetly purrs
But that's all useless in the bathroom if I can't remember which doorway is hers
So I am stuck here in the bathroom 'cause I don't remember which doorway
I'm standing in the bathroom and I can't remember which doorway
I'm useless in the bathroom 'cause I don't know which is hers