Текст песни
My day starts with a crick in my neck from looking up,
I know at nine-thirty you'll appear, my queen of the courtyard sup
You're sipping on a latte, I'm cold tea in a mug,
Wanna be your elevator, but I'm just a lonely slug
You're waving from the seventh floor, blowing kisses to the sky,
And I'm just a street performer, hoping for a passing sigh
Oh, that beauty and that grace! Got me losing my cool!
Hey, my guy, give it a rest, don't be a lovesick fool!
She's on the seventh floor, and I'm just a ground-level dude,
Between us stands a concrete core and my hopeless attitude!
I slid into her DMs with a hundred heart emojis,
She replied with a fire, man, I felt like I'm the coolest
Her haters write, Back off, you clown, you're such a pesky pest!
So I played them an accordion love song, giving it my best
The elevator broke down once, and paradise was near,
We walked up to the seventh, it was the best thing this whole year!
I carried her tote bag, it just had one avocado,
She laughed, and in my mind, I'd already named my amore!
Oh, that beauty and that grace! Got me losing my cool!
Buddy, you're back again? The whole block thinks you're a fool!
She's on the seventh floor, and I'm just a ground-level dude,
Between us stands a concrete core and my hopeless attitude!
Maybe I should climb this tower of despair and glass?
Hey, mountaineer, don't bother, this crush will also pass!
But your balcony's Everest, and my shoes are cheap pleather!
Go get some real winter boots, and we can talk about the weather!
