On the suggestion of the lady who runs the MWR internet cafe night shift (suggestion made several weeks ago), I just listened to
Luka, by Suzanne Vega. Three words in and I realized people have been quoting the lyrics to this song to me for years:
My name is Luka.
I live on the second floor.
I live upstairs from you.
I must say, though, that they did not do the song justice. It's a nice piece. I think I'll sing it at karaoke next week. Er, this week.
...and listening to it a second time, I realize it isn't about a clumsy girl with a possible mental disorder, but rather about a woman who gets beaten by her husband or boyfriend and has learned to be submissive and make excuses. Maybe I won't sing that at karaoke after all...