Squeeze

Squeeze - His House Her Home songtekst

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(Difford/Tilbrook)  

  

I think to myself when we kiss  

Your husband is watching  

From his portrait his eyes are looking down  

On the slipper and stocking  

Back against the bookcase  

Down upon the floor  

Empty the decanter  

Slur again for more.  

His house, Her home, our future in a lover's world  

Her son, Her heart, her love for me, tomorrow's world  



I laugh at myself when your son  

Is watching cartoons  

In the morning he's looking up at me  

When we're in the bathroom  

Sees me kissing mother  

Doesn't blink an eye  

Asks a lot of questions  

Answers hard to find.  



I talk to myself when I'm drunk  

And she is still sober  

Words are so few and far between  

My arms reach to hold her  

Hungry for the love  

I rescued from the grave  

The past is just a portrait  

The future's ours to frame
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