A squeaky gate, a welcome mat

a big shaggy dog that lives out back

And some might even call it a shack

but this is the house where love lives

The paint is peelin' off of the ceils

the mailbox is full of bills

And it's no mansion on the hill

but this is the house where love lives

There's a little boy who looks just you

with freckles on his nose and eyes of blue

A little girl almost two

and everybody says she looks just like you

So thank you dear for loving me

though I know rich we'll never be

But that doesn't matter to you and me 'cause

we live in the house where love lives

So thank you dear for loving me though

I know rich we'll never be

But that doesn't matter to you and me 'cause

we live in the house where love lives

We live in the house where love lives