Favorite House

Your little old song makes me want more.
You say, "Come close," I say, "I might," this is my place,
This is my night.
My favorite house, my favorite house, your favorite house,
Your favorite house.
Blue door glow, warm on my skin, I found my way in,
I don't leave.
My favorite house, my favorite house, your favorite house,
Your favorite house.
There's a chipped white tile right by the sink,
And the paint on the wall is softer than pink.
You make tea at noon, I steal the last cheer,