Upstairs Lyrics – Burt Bacharach

Upstairs – two flights up
Looking out on the street
For eighty-six fifty a month it’s mine
It may not be much but it’s mine

You just go upstairs, two flights up
Comfortable and complete
For every-day living it works out fine
It may not be much, but it’s mine

Except on Wednesday night
It’s walk, don’t run
I just kill time till Mister Kirkeby’s done
With his Wednesday night fun

Outside of that place is mine
Upstairs two flights up
Looking out on the street
For eighty-six fifty a month it’s mine

It may not be much but it’s mine
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Burt Bacharach Lyrics – Upstairs

Burt Bacharach

Upstairs