歌手:Bob Dylan
专辑:《The Bob Dylan 60's Collection》

Standing on your window, honey,
Yes, Ive been here before.

Feeling so harmless,
Im looking at your second door.

How come you dont send me no regards?

You know I want your lovin,

Honey, why are you so hard?

Kneeling neath your ceiling,
Yes, I guess Ill be here for a while.

Im tryin to read your portrait, but,
Im helpless, like a rich mans 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 youre so hard.

Achilles is in your alleyway,

He dont want me here,

He does brag.

Hes pointing to the sky

And hes 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 youre so hard.