| Up by the window of the seventh floor | 
| There’s a little bird stretching her wings | 
| She’s looking down at the world far below her | 
| I can hear the little tune that she sings | 
| She says, «we all have our notions, baby | 
| We all laugh and sigh | 
| And when the world on the ground | 
| Is gonna swallow you down | 
| Sometimes you’ve got to pay it no mind | 
| There is a time for shouting | 
| There is a time to fight | 
| And if your heart’s wide open you might start to get the notion | 
| That nothing’s going right | 
| But if you’re wise you know that sometimes, baby | 
| It don’t help to yell and cry | 
| And when the world makes you frown | 
| Don’t let it swallow you down | 
| Sometimes you’ve got to pay it no mind | 
| Sometimes you’ve got to pay it no mind | 
| You know the world keeps turning without you, baby | 
| But it’s ok to yell and cry | 
| And when the ghosts on your screen, they demand to be seen | 
| Sometimes you’ve got to pay ‘em no mind | 
| Pay ‘em no mind" | 
| Up by the window of the seventh floor | 
| My little bird’s getting ready to fly | 
| She’s had enough of the world down below her | 
| And now she’s looking up at the sky | 
| She says, «we all have our notions, baby | 
| We all laugh and sigh | 
| And when the world on the ground | 
| Is gonna swallow you down | 
| Sometimes you’ve got to pay it no mind | 
| Sometimes you’ve got to pay it no mind | 
| Sometimes you’ve got to pay it no mind» |