I Love the Girls Lyrics

Of the house under the faucet
They say, Hey there, young fella
This way to the water closet"
The curtains in the hall
Stains on the wall

This shouldn't be so hard
But it's hard nonetheless
This shouldn't be so hard
But it's hard, I confess

That I'm partly in the parlor
Of this ancient city home
That just gets darker and darker
As the sun escapes the dome
The curtains in the hall
Stains on the wall