No More

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No More - Jerry Dixon
No more
Walking up six flights of stairs
Or throwing down the key
Because there is no buzzer
No more
Walking thirteen blocks
With thirty pounds of laundry
In the f**king dead of winter
No more faulty wiring
No more painted 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
Ohhhh
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
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 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
What's that
Oh come on
Easy
What are you doing
It's him
Ah hold the phone
Hello to dear
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
Even seduced
Even seduced
I could get used to you
Ohhhh yeah