Conveniences

This machine
Takes me up to your floor and I get off
I knock upon your door
You open it and let me in

What more can I say
I feel it everyday
I get down on my knees
For the love I feel in these conveniences

Grab a cab
And ride around and around
Call up my dad
Talk for awhile about the past

What more can I say
I feel it everyday
I get down on my knees
For the love I feel in these conveniences

Here I sit
When you're not home, I wait for you
And outside your building
There's a bench where I can sit and wait

What more can I say
I feel it everyday
This contented world
Oh, oh, oh, conveniences

This machine
Takes me up to your floor and I get off
I knock upon your door
You open it and let me in

This machine I play
Saves me from such aggravation
I just have to say
What a world to have such things



Credits
Writer(s): Mitchell Todd
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