I want to live and die in a small apartment On the fifteenth floor of a New York skyrise But when I talk to you at the office party You said you couldn't move 'cause your boss needs you around I want to spend the night in a cheap motel room We can live in sin if you really want to 'Cause I've been thinking hard about doing something About the way I felt the past two years or so If you wanna walk away, just do so softly I ain't in the mood to talk, so get up off me No one ever leaves their home to go somewhere they detest Come on come on come on