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 spiting 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 your getting water on his cornflakes
Hello to shiny new Parque 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 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 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 to you
I could get used
even seduced
I could get used to you
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