I’m up in a tree looking in your windownYou’re doing them things that you shouldn’tnCause nobody’s homenSabbatical songs couldn’t changenThe things that you donenI’m up in a tree cause I’m hidingnFrom the sunn nYou’re hanging around with the wrong boysnAnd they’re doing you innYou’re doing it to yourselfnThough you know it’s a sinnI used to go out of my waynJust to see younBut now I know what it isnThat I gotta don nI know the time has come for me to climb downnThere’s someone waiting for me on the groundn nYou’re laughing aloud at the notionnThat I moved onnYou look at your presents and can’tnBelieve that I’m gonenThe way that you laugh is bitingnInto my brainnYou won’t see me up in your treenAgain