Think It Over

There's a girl in the room above me

We pass by on the stairs

Claims she's in some new movie

And she acts like she's still there

Says she's in love with Elvis

And she's reading Baudelaire

I went up one Friday night

Just to show my face and to be polite

Looking back now all that I recall

Is dancing on the ceiling to King Creole

I stayed up, stayed up a flight

Woke up in the morning in a different light

Opened my eyes, who should I see?

The girl upstairs right next to me

I'm in over my head

Over my head again (in too deep)

Over my head… over my head again

Well, that girl in the room above me

Plays at drama all the time

Thinks this is Brief Encounter

But I can't even think of my lines

I stayed up, stayed up a flight

Woke up in the morning in a different light

Opened my eyes, who should I see?

The girl upstairs right next to me

I'm in over my head

Over my head again (in too deep)

Over my head… over my head again

I'm in over my head

Over my head again (in too deep)

Over my head… over my head again

I can't go back, I won't go down

I only want to hang around

A voice comes in, it's right on cue

I can't help falling in love with you…

I'm in over my head

Over my head again (in too deep)

Over my head… over my head again

I'm in over my head

Over my head again (in too deep)

Over my head… over my head again…