I'm here in my penthouse way up in the sky,
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by.
A sweet slice of heaven way up here so high,
When I'm alone.
From all of society I'll stay aloof,
And live in propriety there on the roof.
A heavenly home, I will be in truth,
For I'm alone.
I view lives mad pattern,
As I view old Manhattan.
Then I can thank my lucky star,
That I'm here and yet so far.
In my little penthouse I'll always contrive,
To keep loving no men forever alive.
In view of the Hudson, just over the drive,
For I'm alone aha!