A squeaky gate a welcome lock a big shaggy dog that lives out back And some might even call it a shack but this is the house where love lives The paint is peelin' off of the cells the mailbox is full of bills And it's no mansion on the hill but this is the house where love lives There's a little boy who looks just you with freckles on his nose and eyes of blue A little girl almost two and everybody says she looks just like you So thank you dear for loving me though I know rich we'll never be But that doesn't matter to you and me cause we live in the house where love lives
So thank you dear for loving me though I know rich we'll never be But that doesn't matter to you and me cause we live in the house where love lives We live in the house where love livesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
