Lyrics: Whitlams. Her Floor is My Ceiling.

Her floor is my ceiling
I know what goes on
He finishes her quickly
And then he gets up to go

She walks to the lounge room
And puts on a tape
Lights up an Alpine
And settles in for the night

Oh, if she liked the look of me
Oh, if she liked the look of me
I'd get my act together

The books that I read
Are full of bravado
So I'll sit here and rot in the damp
With a head full of her

We meet in the hall
A storm in my head
What do you say, where do you go
With a dream in a stone?

Oh, if she liked the look of me
Oh, if she liked the look of me
I'd get my act together

Yeah, I'd get my act together
I'd get an act together