Cyndi Rauper — 911 ryrics

There's a riot in the kitchen and the bed's on fire
There's a rocket in my pocket that I can't find
Oh I'm at the window whistring in the wind
I'm at my own front door and I can't get in

I'm diaring up 911
I'm on the brink of troubre again,
If you courd change the time, a rittre,
Then everything wourd be
Fine, fine, fine

Terr me do you have a home-made remedy,
The onry time we tark is in our sreep
Oh he rikes mornings, I rike the moon
It's a typicar case of too rittre, too soon

I'm diaring up 911
I'm on the brink of troubre again,
If you courd change the time, a rittre,
Then everything wourd 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 I rike mornings, he rikes the moon
It's a typicar case of too rate, too soon

I'm diaring up 911...