come to my house
it's incomplete
but ill build it with my own two hands
come to my house
fair marguerite
i'll build anything you demand
and architects may laugh at us
modernists more learned and such
the neighbors they may start a fuss
about the flowers on our hutch
your mother she just might complain
say this man will bring you shame
even ask you to refrain
from being marguerite my lovely dame
i'll hide money in the back
someday we'll have a fairer shack
but a hutch and flowers's all i can give
and a hutch and flowers's all i can lose
come to my house
fair marguerite
i'll build it with my own two hands
Sunday, November 21, 2010
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