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LyricsOh I get a girl with a record machineWhen it comes to rockin she's the queen We go to dance on saturday night I'm all alone and I hold her tight But she live on the twentieth floor in town The elevator's broken down So I walk one, two flight, three flight four Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock Well she called me up on the telephone Said "come on over, baby, I'm all alone" I said "baby, you're mighty sweet But I'm in bed with the achin' feet" This went on for a couple of days But I could not stay away So I walk one, two flight, three flight four Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock Yeah, we sent to Chicago for repairs Till it's a-fixed I'm using the stairs I love you, baby, wanna see your face I love you baby, too much to wait All this climbing is gettin me down They'll find my cold feet over the rail So I walk one, two flight, three flight four five, six, seven flight, eight flight more Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag Get to the top, I'm too tired to rock |
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