Lyrics:

We first met, it was raining
In a house with bay windows
And all the fittings and fixtures
And a catalogue of injury

She's got a credo in underground movies
Her father is a lawyer
Who paid for the fittings and fixtures
And a house with bay windows

And I'm calling from a Baltimore hotel
Don't let it ring again
Your movies are your own
You're on a limb again

Calling from a Baltimore hotel
Don't let it ring again
Your movies are all your own
Don't let him in again

Four weeks later in April
I took her to the doctors
Said, 'I've no prescription
For compromised solution'

And I'm calling from a Baltimore hotel
Don't let it ring again
Your movies are your own
You're on a limb again

Calling from a Baltimore hotel
Don't let it ring again
Your movies are all your own
Don't let him in again

Ten years caught in a trap
By my own cunning
Thought I was smart
Thought I was dying

For years I lived in a flat
Without water running
Thought it was smart
Thought it was funny

I'm writing her memoirs
The underground press remain faithful
Ghost writing her memoirs
Maybe we'll get on cable