Walking up six flights of stairs Because there is no buzzer.
With thirty pounds of laundry In the fuckin' dead of winter
No more spitting out my Ultra Bright
Hello, to my walk in closets Hello, my butcher block table
Climbing over sleeping people Before you get out the door
Noxious fumes from gas heaters
Or will blow up while you are sleeping
Taking a shower in the kitchen
And you are getting water
As waxed as a wealthy girl's legs Hello, dear Mister Dishwasher
Hello, to dear Mister Doorman Who looks like Captain Kangaroo Hello dear fellow, and how do you do?
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