| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Standing on your window, honey,
Yes, I've been here
before.
Feeling so harmless,
I'm looking at your second door.
How come you don't send
me no regards?
You know I want your lovin',
Honey, why are you so
hard?
Kneeling 'neath your ceiling,
Yes, I guess I'll be here for a while.
I'm
tryin' to read your portrait, but,
I'm helpless, like a rich man's child.
How come you
send someone out to have me barred?
You know I want your lovin',
Honey, why are you so
hard?
Like a poor fool in his prime,
Yes, I know you can hear me walk,
But is
your heart made out of stone, or is it lime,
Or is it just solid rock?
Well, I rush
into your hallway,
Lean against your velvet door.
I watch upon your scorpion
Who
crawls across your circus floor.
Just what do you think you have to guard?
You know I want
your lovin', Honey, but you're so hard.
Achilles is in your alleyway,
He don't want
me here,
He does brag.
He's pointing to the sky
And he's hungry, like a man in
drag.
How come you get someone like him to be your guard?
You know I want your
lovin',
Honey. but you're so hard |
