Don't call me for supper if you don't mean to feed me

Don't tell me you love me with that gun in your hand

Cause I fall down dumbfounded

In the face of your beauty

Yeah, one look from you and I am a fool

In the palm of your hand



Chorus:

There's a house we call love built next door to hate

And both of them got lawns and a white picket gate

Their taxes don't differ and their water's the same

But in one you get comfort and the other house shame



Hey, do you mind if I speak

You know I'd like to be frank

Your cooking is wretched and this coffee is rank

But I look cross this table

Into the clutch of your eyes

And I'm kind of thrilled that we have been cursed

To live side by side



(chorus repeat)



Why do we bother

Why do we try

I think we should call it, call it a night

You go to your house and I'll go to mine

and we'll wake up tomorrow

and pick up the fight



(chorus repeat