The dishes may stack up
The carpet may fade
The linen may wrinkle
The bouquet might decay
But if I'm with you
Our life together won't wear
Our house of love is clean
Even if a spot is forgotten
Here and there
The lawn might get high
But the trash is outside
The oven is dirty
But food is supplied
And if I'm with you
Our life in pieces won't wear
Our house of love is clean
Even if a spot is forgotten
Here and there
The laundry's been washed
And dried, folded, put away
The whole house is spotless
So now I can say
That if I'm with you
I'll be your own debonaire
Our house of love is clean
Even if a spot is forgotten
Here and there