• Luka

    Music & lyrics by Suzanne Vega

    My name is Luka
    I live on the second floor
    I live upstairs from you
    Yes, I think you've seen me before

    If you hear something late at night
    Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
    Just don't ask me what it was
    Just don't ask me what it was
    Just don't ask me what it was

    I think it's 'cause I'm clumsy
    I try not to talk too loud
    Maybe it's because I'm crazy
    I try not to act too proud

    They only hit until you cry
    After that you don't ask why
    You just don't argue anymore
    You just don't argue anymore
    You just don't argue anymore

    Yes, I think I'm okay
    I walked into the door again
    If you ask that's what I'll say
    And it's not your business anyway

    I guess I'd like to be alone
    With nothing broken, nothing thrown
    Just don't ask me how I am
    Just don't ask me how I am
    Just don't ask me how I am

    My name is Luka
    I live on the second floor
    I live upstairs from you
    Yes, I think you've seen me before

    If you hear something late at night
    Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
    Just don't ask me what it was
    Just don't ask me what it was
    Just don't ask me what it was

    They only hit until you cry
    After that you don't ask why
    You just don't argue anymore
    You just don't argue anymore
    You just don't argue anymore

    © Suzanne Vega, 1987

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