Jittering pleasantly in the street We watched the house we loved Fill up with strangers' things There's a needle-eyed baron Peering at my windowsill, he's Taking measurements of my room Guess now he pays the electric bill He throws my furniture out to the street I kick his stupid car Ask him does he know where his kids sleep Sorry Window sun on Coarse blonde hair Prisms bending light upstairs I watch her work My friends outside Break a glass, won't say goodbye Sorry