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.

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