No more
Walking thirteen blocks
With thirty pounds of laundry
In the freezing dead of winter
No more
Walking up six flights of stairs
Or throwing down the key
Because there is no buzzer
No more
Faulty wiring
No more
Crooked floors
No more
Spitting out my Ultra Brite
On top of dirty dishes
In the one and only sink
Hello, to my walk in closets
Tidy as Park Avenue
Hello, my butcher block table
I could get used
I could get used
I could get used to you
No more
Climbing over sleeping people
Before you get out the door
Of your own building
No more
Noxious fumes
From gas heaters that are illegal
Or will blow up while you are sleeping
No more
Leaky ceilings
No more
Holes in the floor
No more
Taking a shower in the kitchen
While your roommate's eating breakfast
And you're getting water on his corn flakes
Hello, to shiny new parquet wood floors
As waxed as a wealthy girl's legs
Hello, dear Mister Dishwasher
I could get used (I could get used)
I could get used (I could get used)
I could get used to you (to you)
No more
Exotic
No more
Neurotic
No more
Anything but pleasantly robotic
We're movin' on up (we're movin' on up)
To the east side (to the east side)
To a deluxe apartment
In the sky, ow
Hello, to dear Mister Doorman
Who looks like Captain Kangaroo
Hello dear fellow, and how do you do?
I could get used (I could get used)
I could get used (I could get used)
I could get used to you
Yeah, I could get used (I could get used)
Even seduced (even seduced)
I could get used to you
