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Picture a penthouse way up in the sky With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by A sweet slice of heaven for just you and I When we're alone From all of society we'll stay aloof And live in propriety there on the roof Two heavenly hermits, we will be in truth When we're alone We'll view life's mad pattern As we view old Manhattan Then we can thank our lucky stars That we're living as we are In our little penthouse we'll always contrive To keep love and romance forever alive In view of the Hudson, just over the drive When we're alone |