No More

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
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 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 cornflakes
 Hello to shiny new parquet wood floors
 As waxed as a wealthy girl's legs
 Hello, dear Mr. Dishwasher
 I could get used (I could get used)
 I could get used (I could get used)
 I could get used to you
 No more
 Exotic
 No more
 Neurotic
 No more
 Anything but pleasantly robotic
 We're moving on up
 We're moving on up
 To the East Side
 To the East Side
 To a deluxe apartment in the sky
 
 Hello to dear Mr. 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