MICHAEL:nNo morenWalking up six flights of stairsnOr throwing down the keynBecause there is no buzzer.nnNo morenWalking thirteen blocksnWith thirty pounds of laundrynIn the fuckin' dead of winternnNo more faulty wiringnNo more painted floorsnNo more spitting out my Ultra BrightnOn top of dirty dishesnIn the one and only sinknnHello, to my walk in closetsnTidy as Park AvenuenHello, my butcher block tablenI could get usednI could get usednI could get used to younnNo morenClimbing over sleeping peoplenBefore you get out the doornOf your own buildingnnMICHAEL AND JONATHAN:nNo morennMICHAEL:nNoxious fumes from gas heatersnThat are illegalnnJONATHAN:nOr will blow up while you are sleepingnnMICHAEL AND JONATHAN:nOhhhh!nnMICHAEL:nNo morennJONATHAN:nLeaky ceilingsnnMICHAEL:nNo morennJONATHAN:nHoles in the floornnMICHAEL AND JUNATHAN:nNo morennJONATHAN:nTaking a shower in the kitchennWhile your roommate'snEating breakfastnnMICHAEL AND JONATHAN:nAnd you are getting waternOn his corn flakesnnHello, to shinynNew parquet wood floorsnAs waxed as a wealthy girl's legsnHello, dear Mister DishwashernnMICHAEL:nI could get usednnJONATHAN:nI could get usednnMICHAEL:nI could get used to younnJONATHAN:nI could get used to younnMICHAEL AND JONATHAN:nI could get used to younnJONATHAN:nNo more, exoticnnMICHAEL:nNo more, neuroticnnMICHAEL AND JONATHAN:nNo more anythingnBut pleasantly roboticnnMICHAEL:nWe are moving on upnnJONATHAN:nWe are moving on upnnMICHAEL:nTo the East SidennJONATHAN:nTo the East SidennMICHAEL AND JONATHAN:nTo a deluxe apartmentnIn the skynnJONATHAN:nWhat's that?nnMICHAEL:nOh, come onnHold on, breathennJONATHAN:nUhhhh!nnMICHAEL:nEasynnJONATHAN:nWhat are you doing?nnMICHAEL:nIt's himnAh, hold the phonennMICHAEL AND JONATHAN:nHello, to dear Mister DoormannWho looks like Captain KangaroonHello dear fellow, and how do you do?nnJONATHAN:nI could get usednnMICHAEL:nI could get usednnJOHATHAN:nEven seducednnMICHAEL:nEven seducednnMICHAEL AND JONATHAN:nI could get used to younOoow!nOh, yeah!n