I scratched my finger
On the door in front of you
You scratched your finger
At the girl outside
Thats a bigger
Responsibility
When All My Children
Is an endless bore
Im the number on your kitchen door
Im the gifted son who cannot score
Im the number on your kitchen door
Please remember just to keep the score
I scratched my finger
On the door in front of you
Please remember
That Ill always care
Thats a harbor
That you can sail to
When all your ocean
Is a mindless chore
Im the number on your kitchen door
Im the gifted son you can not scorn
Im the number on your kitchen door
Please remember just to keep the score
Well thats our number on our kitchen door
But its more than numbers that I adore
I adore
Im the number on your kitchen door
Im the baseball team from Baltimore
Im the number on your kitchen door
Like Cinderella she just sweeps the floor
Like Cinderella she just sweeps the floor
Like Cinderella she just sweeps the floor