It's five o'clock in the morning and you're just getting in,
I knock upon a door, a voice sweet and low says.
(Who is it ?)
She opens up the door and she lets you in.
Never once does she say, where have you been ?
She says hold it, are you hungry, did you eat yet ?
Let me hang up your coat now.
And all the time she's smiling, never raises her voice,
It's five o'clock in the morning and you don't give it a second thought.
It's a thin line between love and hate,
It's a thin line between love and hate.
The sweetest woman in the world could be the meanest woman in the world,
You can make her be that way.
She might be holding something in
That's really gonna hurt you one of these fine days.
There you are in the hospital, bandaged from foot to head.
In a state of shock - that much from being dead.
You didn't think your woman could do something like that to you.
Didn't think she'd got the nerve, accidents speak louder than words.
Louder than words, louder than words, louder than words.
Come on baby, baby, you don't give a damn about me,