Someday House
I’m living in a someday house.
I’m here and I’m there.
I’m staring at your blouse
Thrown over a chair.
I’m deep in a quandary,
Another child that got old.
I don’t mind doing the laundry
If you’ll help me fold.
Looks like bright sunshine.
Well, let’s hang’em out on the line,
And then it starts to rain again.
It’s too quiet on this block.
They call it a nice neighborhood.
But I’m staring at the clock,
And I’m up to no good.
I can sleep when I’m dead,
If I live that long.
Forget everything I said.
I know most of it was wrong.
I can twist and I can shout.
Come on, let’s go out,
And then it starts to rain again.
Well, you don’t fire from the hip.
You’re a real straight shooter.
You got such pretty lips.
Do you know what you do to
A man like me; odd fellow.
Who just has to be outside.
I don’t need no umbrella.
Will you be my bride?
I’ll be the one with the apple.
Let’s go down to the chapel
Even if it starts to rain again.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN