Your sex hex won’t even work on me now.      Elevator, you’ve got a little voice.      ‘Going up,’ it said, ‘going up,’ and ‘going down.’      That’s all it said.      I know it’s no way      No way to treat a friend.      But those things you said,      Those things were all true.      Now the architect’s got no home.      He falls asleep with a slide trombone.      It’s true.      Then I watched the snowflakes melting in your hair      But that winter’s gone.      I know it’s no      No way to treat a guest.      But those things, those things were all true.      Now the architect sleeps alone.      He can build a building with a microphone.      Is that true?      You know it felt like sleeping      Like sleeping with the incredible Hulk      Oh please don’t wake him up      He’ll fall into the most terrible sulk…