I Feel at Home With You Songtext
von Barbara Lea

I used to be a hoyden, boys were my hate
I was a lady hermit
I couldn′t be annoyed in making a date
Silly, I would term it
You seemed so daring, my heart grew frail
Now I like wearing my coat of mail


I feel at home with you
Your brain is dumber than that of a plumber
That's why I feel at home with you
I′ll match my dome with you
Your brain needs a tonic, it's still embryonic
That's why I feel at home with you

Our minds are featherweight
Their together weight can′t amount to much
You use no better words than three letter words
Dog and cat and such

You have no head at all
Something like your knob is used as a doorknob
That′s why I feel at home with you

I've a sensible, comprehensible, great respect for you
There′s a dash in it of a passionate tender feeling, too


You are a part of me
Something that's giving me reason for living
That′s why I feel at home with you