Your sex hex won't even work on me now

Elevator, you've got a little voice

'Going up,' it said, 'going up,' and 'going down.'

That's all it said

I know it's no way

No way to treat a friend

But those things you said

Those things were all true

Now the architect's got no home

He falls asleep with a slide trombone

It's true

Then I watched the snowflakes melting in your hair

But that winter's gone

I know it's no

No way to treat a guest

But those things, those things were all true

Now the architect sleeps alone

He can build a building with a microphone

Is that true?

You know it felt like sleeping

Like sleeping with the incredible Hulk

Oh please don't wake him up

He'll fall into the most terrible sulk