Man Of The House

It's not fair

How you look so perfect sitting in your lawn chair

With your blonde hair

I could go on forever

But I'll stop there

You say my name is such a familiar sound

Isn't it strange? I'm thinking that this could work out

You'll be whatever, and I'll be the man of the house

Monday to Sunday

As long as you'll have me around

Do you really choose to love somebody? Oh

'Cause I think it kinda snuck up on me with you

Saw you once, closed my eyes

How could I live my life without you?

Without you

And it's not right

How anything can end if it's the wrong time

And it's a long life

Probability is probably not on our side

But then you say my name is such a familiar sound

Isn't it strange? I'm thinking that this could work out

You'll be whatever, and I'll be the man of the house

Monday to Sunday

As long as you'll have me around

Do you really choose to love somebody? Oh

'Cause I think it kinda snuck up on me with you

Saw you once, closed my eyes

How could I live my life without you?

Without you

Without you

One, two, three, four

You be the constant, and I'll be the moment of doubt

You be whatever, I'll be the man of the house