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            Mr. Elevator.  Oh, Mr. Elevator.



            I hope you can see me standing here at three.

            Please stop at three.

            Four is not my floor.

            I will not be through at two.

            I just want to go to one,

            so I can be done.

            Yeah, I will be one and done.

            Please don't forget about me.

            

            Mr. Elevator.  Oh, Mr. Elevator.



            About me, please don't forget.

            I don't want to fret.

            I don't want to cry.

            I don't want to ask why.

            I don't want to doubt

            that I will get out.

            I don't want to be down.  

            I don't want to frown.

            

            Mr. Elevator.  Oh, Mr. Elevator



            I am standing here, all alone.

            Oh, I just want to go home.

            I hope I won't have to use my cell phone.

            I just want to hear your bell.

            That will make me feel very well.

            

            Mr. Elevator.  Oh, Mr. Elevator.

            

            You know I think.

            That down is where I want to go.

            To the ground, and all around, you are my link.

            The button I did press.

            I do not want to be in a mess.

            I hope you will be on the up and up.

            Going down is what I want to do.

            I know life has it's ups and downs.

            

             Mr. Elevator.  Oh, Mr. Elevator.