(Leona Lea Reese) A squeaky gate, a welcome mat A big shaggy dog that lives out back And some might even call it a shack But this is a house where love lives. The paint is peeling off of the sills The mailbox is full of bills And it's no mansion on the hill But this is a house where love lives. There's a little boy who looks just like you With freckles on his nose and eyes of blue A little girl almost two and everybody says She looks just like you. So thank you dear for loving me Though I know rich we'll never be But that doesn't matter to you and me 'Cause we live in a house where love lives. --- Instrumental --- So thank you dear for loving me Though I know rich we'll never be But that doesn't matter to you and me 'Cause we live in a house where love lives. We live in a house where love lives...