Don't call me for supper if you don't mean to feed meDon't tell me you love me with that gun in your handCause I fall down dumbfoundedIn the face of your beautyYeah, one look from you and I am a foolIn the palm of your handChorus:There's a house we call love built next door to hateAnd both of them got lawns and a white picket gateTheir taxes don't differ and their water's the sameBut in one you get comfort and the other house shameHey, do you mind if I speakYou know I'd like to be frankYour cooking is wretched and this coffee is rankBut I look cross this tableInto the clutch of your eyesAnd I'm kind of thrilled that we have been cursedTo live side by side(chorus repeat)Why do we botherWhy do we tryI think we should call it, call it a nightYou go to your house and I'll go to mineand we'll wake up tomorrowand pick up the fight(chorus repeat)