911

Written：Cyndi Lauper/Stephen Broughton Lunt

There's a riot in the kitchen an the beds on fire

There's a locket in my pocket that i can't find

Oh i'm at the window whistling in the windd

I'm at my own front door and i can't get in

I'm dialling up the 911

I'm on the brink of trouble again

If you could change the time a little

Then everything would be

Fine, fine, fine

Tell me do you have a home-made remedy

The only time we talk is in our sleep

Oh he likes the mornings, i like the moon

It's a typicsl case of to little, too soon

I'm dialling up the 911

I'm on the brink of trouble again

If you could change the time a little

Then everything would be

Fine, fine, fine

...My back is in the corner

my boat is taking on water

You can't wrap fire up in paper

And you can't rap your way out of here

Oh he likes the mornings, i like the moon

It's a typicsl case of to late, too soon

I'm dialing up 911...