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