We moved into a flat last week

And it felt and looked like heaven

It’s apartment number seven

In the flat by Whittleton Creek

I could see the astonishment in my girl’s eyes

They shone just like stars

And her heart was finally free of nervous bars

Isn’t that just nice?

The windows where snow-white

And it made us feel calm

Just like my girl’s lip balm

Which never gives me a fright

Because the scent is so gorgeous

It’s like you’re smelling bliss

And all it takes is one kiss

To make you feel glorious

When we finally sat down

And started watching TV

My girlfriend exclaimed with glee:

“Being with you feels like home.”