I'm not talking about the linens

The story:

This was a reversal of sorts. I was around twenty, and my first girlfriend Linda and I had just ceased to coexist. Being the hopeless romantic (read this 'green') one of the two of us, I tried to woo her back...or whatever.

So I went to her apartment and played the song. She came to the balcany and asked something about doing the linens. Eh? Here I am, lonesome tonight, hoping for one last kiss goodbye, and Linda is asking me about the linens?

Obviously, we did not work out!

Oh, a few lines down it asks about medication. Yes, she took interesting medications. Good thing for me, otherwise I might be dead!