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