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

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



Credits
Writer(s): Jeff Barry, Jonathan D. Larson, Jeannette Theresa Dubois
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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