 The elevator's broken down, so I walk 1, 2, flat, 3, 5, 4, 5, 6, 7, flat, 8, flat, 1. I'm on a cell, I'm starting to track, 15, 4, I'm ready to sack. Get to the top, I'm too tired to ride. Then she calls me up on the telephone, said, come on over, honey, I'm all alone. Said, baby, you're mighty sweet. I'm in bed with aching feet. This went on for a couple