Distance: 8 Blocks, Many Stairs, A Few Stretches
You're the top! You're a dance in Bali.
You're the top! You're a hot tamale.
You're an angel, you simply too, too, too divine,
You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee of the G.O.P. or GOP,
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
One verse of You're the Top from Anything Goes
63 steps later, Bottom of Ciwt's Stairs and Street - All of which she walked today