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My house is made of flowers
The warm winds carpet the floor
Whenever theres spring showers
I open the rainbow door
The frog, the toad, the turtle
All make my home their home
My curtains are cr*pe mottle
And the firefly flies neath my dome
Ive never had money
And Ill never need none
The moon is my lamp
And my clock is the sun
My homes a home
For all those things
What grows, what flies, what sings
If it all sounds tempting
And it do you entice
I show to the heavens
That it do make it nice
Wont you come live with me
Id come live with me,
If I were you...If I were you!