(One, two, three)
I'm looking for someone to come live in me
I've got a large picture window
And a yard filled with trees
The sign reads two stories
And that's all, that's for sale
But there's so many stories I could tell
My windows are closed
I'm gasping for air
My carpets are spotted
With tear stains here and there
A torn photograph still lies on my floor
And two sweethearts don't live here anymore
I'm a lonely little mansion for sale
And for someone, I'd fit just like a glove
I'm a lonely little mansion for sale
Furnished with everything but love
My windows are closed
And I'm gasping for air
My carpets are spotted
With tear stains here and there
And a torn photograph still lies on my floor
And two sweethearts don't live here anymore
I'm a lonely little mansion for sale
And for someone, I'd fit just like a glove
I'm a lonely little mansion for sale
Furnished with everything but love
Furnished with everything but love
