1234 N 25th St, Philadelphia, PA 19121

I'm 1234 N 25th, stone face and cornice crown Been standing here for decades, watching this old town Three bedrooms and a bath and a half just inside my door Over twelve hundred feet of space, and still a little more My hardwood floors are showing now, whitewashed and worn with grace They carry marks of stories past, but beg for your embrace You could dress me up in polish, shine me wall to wall Or move right in and love me now, I've room enough for all My basement stands up taller than you’d think a row can be My backyard stretches farther than the neighbors on the street 
I'm tucked behind Girard College, where two worlds meet as one Between Brewerytown and Sharswood, close to park and sun I’m not a flip, I'm not a gloss, I’m priced to match my state A house with soul, a song to sing, for someone not to wait So hum a tune and take my hand, i’m ready to be found
 1234, love me more, and fill my walls with sound.