(1) There’s a lady livin’right above me. Pretty as a picture on thewall. Once I helped her with a bag ofgroceries. We met a time or two out in thehall. She told me somebody hurt herfeelings. A hurt that’s in her eyes it’s plain tosee. Slowly she’s been wearin’ out myCieling Walking thefloor overme. (Chour.) Every night I hear herCryin’. Cryin’ over some old memory. A little of my heart is slowlydyin’. cause she’swalkin’ thefloor overme. (2)*Same Pattern* Back and forth I followed every foot step. Countin’ long enough to fall asleep. I had the sweetest dreamlast night when I drempt. She was walking the floor over me. (repeat chour.) "Transcribe" [email protected]