Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky

With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by

A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I

When we're alone

From all of society, we'll stay aloof

And live in propriety there on the roof

Two heavenly hermits we will be in truth

When we're alone

We'll see life's mad pattern

As we view old Manhattan

Then we can thank our lucky stars

That we're living as we are

In our little penthouse, we'll always contrive

To keep love and romance forever alive

In view of the Hudson just over the drive

When we're alone

We can thank our lucky stars

That we're living as we are

In our little penthouse, we'll always contrive

To keep love and romance forever alive

In view of the Hudson just over the drive

When we're alone