Claude Monet - Twenty Flight Rock | Текст песни

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Well I got a girl with a record machine,
When it comes to rocking she's a queen.
I took her to a dance on a saturday night,
All alone where I can hold her tight.
She lives on the twentieth floor uptown.
The elevator's broken down.

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm ready to drag,
Fifteenth floor I'm about the sag
Reatching the top and I'm too tired to rock.

You know she called me up on the telephone,
"Come on, honey, I'm all alone"
I said baby you're mighty sweet,
But I'm in bed with aching feet.
This went on for a couple of days,
But I couldn't stay away.

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm ready to drag,
Fifteenth floor I'm about the sag
Reatching the top and I'm too tired to rock.

Well I sent to Chicago for repairs,
Till it's fixed I'm using the stairs.
I hope they hurry, before it's too late,
I want my baby too much to wait.
All this climbing is getting me down,
They'll find me hanging over the rail.

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm ready to drag,
Fifteenth floor I'm about the sag
Reatching the top and I'm too tired to rock.

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