There's not gonna be no stairs, no, just a ladder to the loft where

There's a single bed, carpet on the floor

Maybe a little window always will stand open

I'm thinking maybe a blue-colored door

Down to the kitchen, homemade shelf and table

Shabby wooden walls, fit a sink or stove

Gas stove for the cooking, lamps for the perfume

I need a new bedroom, a fireplace that works now

A new sofa, blankets, and pillows

Curtain of old canvas, candles all around

And a shower in the bathroom, white towels

Soaps and morning colors

Telephone is ringing, can it be?

There's a little garden, some herbs and a few tomatoes

At least I'm with shadow and chair in the sun

Hear the musics playing, a dog running around

There are children