I Feel at Home with You

I used to be a hoyden, boys were my hate

I was a lady hermit

I couldn't be annoyed in making a date

Silly, I would term it

You seemed so daring, my heart grew frail

Now I like wearing my coat of mail

I feel at home with you

Your brain is dumber than that of a plumber

That's why I feel at home with you

I'll match my dome with you

Your brain needs a tonic, it's still embryonic

That's why I feel at home with you

Our minds are featherweight

Their together weight can't amount to much

You use no better words than three letter words

Dog and cat and such

You have no head at all

Something like your knob is used as a doorknob

That's why I feel at home with you

I've a sensible, comprehensible, great respect for you

There's a dash in it of a passionate tender feeling, too

You are a part of me

Something that's giving me reason for living

That's why I feel at home with you