My house is no mansion
And it still holds my treasures things that will never be sold
There's a few things in this world
That just can't be measured by money, by silver and gold
My house is filled with the things that I love
From her smile in the mornin' to her soft goodnight hugs
Her whisper, her laughter, everythin' that she does
And my house is filled with the things that I love
This old bed that we sleep on don't have satin covers
But it holds some great memories
No decorations can make better lovers
In her arms I feel like a king
And my house is filled with the things that I love
From her smile in the mornin' to her soft goodnight hugs
Her whisper, her laughter, everythin' that she does
And my house is filled with the things that l love
Yes, my house is filled with the things that I love