When I'm at your house everything's strange When I'm at your house I go through the change I feel out of touch, way out of reach Like a fish out of the water or a whale on the beach When I'm at your house, when I'm at your house When I'm at your house everything's weird There are so many things there to be feared The telephone rings and I get scared The machine takes the message, I wouldn't have dared When I'm at your house, when I'm at your house Somebody's at the front door and I wanted to hide They want in I'm locked inside Today's Thursday, and it's your cleaning lady She wants to get paid today, she's got a key When I'm at your house, when I'm at your house When I'm at your house I go out of my head I lie on your couch, I sit on your bed I eat and I drink I don't know what for I spill wine on the carpet, and food on the floor When I'm at your house God only knows Why I go through your drawers, and try on your clothes I shower and I shave, use your tortoise shell comb When I'm at your house and you're coming home