The House Where Love Lives

A squeaky gate, a welcome mat

A big shaggy dog, that lives out back

And some might even call it a shack

But this is a house, where love lives

The paint is peelin' off of the siles

The mailbox is full of bills

And it's no mansion on the hill

But this is a 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 a 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 a house, where love lives

We live in a house, where love lives