When I'm at Your House

When I'm At Your House everything's strange

When I'm At Your House I go through the change

I feel out of touch, way out of reach

Like a fish out of the water or a whale on the beach

When I'm At Your House, When I'm At Your House

When I'm At Your House everything's weird

There are so many things there to be feared

The telephone rings and I get scared

The machine takes the message

I wouldn't have dared

When I'm At Your House, When I'm At Your House

Somebody's at the front door and I wanted to hide

They want in I'm locked inside

Today's Thursday, and it's your cleaning lady

She wants to get paid today, she's got a key

When I'm At Your House, When I'm At Your House

When I'm At Your House I go out of my head

I lie on your couch, I sit on your bed

I eat and I drink I don't know what for

I spill wine on the carpet, and food on the floor

When I'm At Your House God only knows

Why I go through your drawers, and try on your clothes

I shower and I shave, use your tortoise shell comb

When I'm At Your House and you're coming home