Twenty Flight Rock

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(Fairchild/Cochran)Oh I get a girl with a record machineWhen it comes to rockin she's the queenWe go to dance on saturday nightI'm all alone and I hold her tightBut she live on the twentieth floor in townThe elevator's broken downSo I walk one, two flight, three flight fourFive, six, seven flight, eight flight moreUp on the twelfth I'm starting to sagFifteenth floor I'm ready to dragGet to the top, I'm too tired to rockWell she called me up on the telephoneSaid "come on over, baby, I'm all alone"I said "baby, you're mighty sweetBut I'm in bed with the achin' feet"This went on for a couple of daysBut I could not stay awaySo I walk one, two flight, three flight fourFive, six, seven flight, eight flight moreUp on the twelfth I'm starting to sagFifteenth floor I'm ready to dragGet to the top, I'm too tired to rockYeah, we sent to Chicago for repairsTill it's a-fixed I'm using the stairsI love you, baby, wanna see your faceI love you baby, too much to waitAll this climbing is gettin me downThey'll find my cold feet over the railSo I walk one, two flight, three flight fourfive, six, seven flight, eight flight moreUp on the twelfth I'm starting to sagFifteenth floor I'm ready to dragGet to the top, I'm too tired to rock

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Twenty Flight Rock