What are you up to, Sylvia?nYou've been sneaking downtown with your mother's drugsnThe dreams in the doll's housenHave taken their tollnWhat you need is a man with a little controlnThe lines you keep quotingnJust get more obscurenYou've even got me feeling insecurennDon't you step in dark spacesnDon't you go drifting into strange places,nDon't you step in dark spacesnDark spacesnnLet's talk it over, Sylvia nWhy did you steal all those hospital rugs?nDr. Freud has designs of real crueltynBut those rugs cannot be your securitynI hear ambulance sirens just a few blocks awaynAnd I don't know what it is you expect me to say nnDon't you step in dark spacesnDon't you go drifting into strange placesnDon't you step in dark spaces nDark spaces