I'm an elevator attendant
Working in the Monotolli Building
Not necessarily a pretty woman
I don't have a cute face
My legs, they're far too scrawny
Don't have much of a bust
But let me tell ya
I Got hips

Of course, it's fate's irony
That I become an elevator attendant
Cause everybody always thinks
They have to stand behind me
Then, they just stand there
And stare at my hips

Guess it could be a compliment
And I took it as one, at first
But day by day, it ate at me
Then finally, I couldn't stand it
I can always feel their eyes
Burning into my body
It's really kinda sickening

So the next time you think

You need to go up to the 47th floor
Come into the elevator
DON'T STAND BEHIND ME
Just stand to my left
Tell me you want to go up
And...
DON'T STARE AT MY HIPS!