He's watching my feet
Son of a gun is taking notes
Why did I consent to let him interview me
Before I took his old clawfoot bathtub home
I'm watching his eyes
He can see I let my rust-stains corrode
I want his tub and he's selling it cheap
He wants it to go to a loving home
I'll love his bathtub
Trying to improve my home
It's just a little thing I'm asking
He doesn't trust me, since I don't have a phone.
Do I have a yard?
Am I quick to anger?
I told them I'd adopt this old one-eyed tomcat
Jeeze, they're making it hard.
I have a steady income
Never snuffed bugs in a mason jar
But they're handing me forms and showing me the door
Like a cat would end up in the trunk of my car!
I'll love their tomcat
Trying to improve my home
It's just a little thing I'm asking
They don't trust me, because I live alone
I saw this city
From the train to Saint Louis
Looked like a good place to go
A good place to start my
Private practice
Leaving here, they all seem to know
He's drinking my tea
He hasn't asked if I wanted to go
I had a nice time, but I want to fill my new bathtub
I don't need him to keep away the cold
I 'll love his absence
Trying to improve my home
It's just a little thing I'm asking
It's just a little thing I'm asking