Billy the Kid - Your House
http://www.billythekidonline.com While staying at a friend's house some band mates of his came over and all the girls were saying "Woooow I Loooove your house!" It occurred to me that someone might potentially end up marrying him just because his house is just THAT cool. I wrote this song so he's careful who he invites over over from now on! Be warned! ;)
***Note: all events in this song are not true. For example, there is no oak arch. Anywhere. I don't even know if there's oak. So there.
I sat upstairs in your old house
It took all night to figure out how I was going to tell you the truth
You left your keys and kissed my cheek
Said you'd be back in a week
Now I just gotta tell you the truth
Between your radios and records on the floor
I don't need much more
Between the old oak arch that seems to hold up that old door
I don't need much more
Baby it's your house that I adore
Your record player turns me on
You should see me when you're gone
My nose pressed up against the grill
Of your antique collector's speaker set
Praying you don't come home yet
At least until I can get my fill
Between your radios and records on the floor
I don't need much more
Between that old oak arch that seems to hold up that old door
I don't need much more
Baby it's your house that I adore
Don't get me wrong
You're alright
I just need your house tonight
Go for a walk
Go outside
I'll let you know when it's time