When I'm At Your House everything's strange
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When I'm At Your House I go through the change
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I feel out of touch, way out of reach
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Like a fish out of the water or a whale on the beach
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When I'm At Your House, When I'm At Your House
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When I'm At Your House everything's weird
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There are so many things there to be feared
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The telephone rings and I get scared
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The machine takes the message,
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I wouldn't have dared
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When I'm At Your House, When I'm At Your House
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Somebody's at the front door and I wanted to hide
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They want in I'm locked inside
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Today's Thursday, and it's your cleaning lady
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She wants to get paid today, she's got a key
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When I'm At Your House, When I'm At Your House
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When I'm At Your House I go out of my head
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I lie on your couch, I sit on your bed
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I eat and I drink I don't know what for
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I spill wine on the carpet, and food on the floor
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When I'm At Your House God only knows
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Why I go through your drawers, and try on your clothes
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I shower and I shave, use your tortoise shell comb
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When I'm At Your House and you're coming home
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When I'm At Your House
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| Loudon Wainwright III |
