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