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
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