So, if you're looking for a place to call your homenI'll offer you my roomnIt's not much, but it can be your thronenAnd it comes with my heart, you should knownAnd by the way, I saw that journal-reading copnAnd I told him you say hellonnSo is this a place where you could hang your hat?nDon't you see my hat's always been hanging on your old coat rack?nThe one in the corner that held your father's overcoatnJackets way too small now, cause everybody grew upnnSo put your dress on and you can do my tienAnd I swore that I'd listen last time that you did thisnBut here I am with my tie in my handsnHold it up to your eyesnA sacrificenI'm yours if you can tie this rightnnSee that brown sweatshirt in the closet?nWell, that's minenYour mom washed it that time you got car sicknAnd I never got it backnI want it backnBut it's uselessn(We both outgrew it)nnSo put your dress on and you can do my tienAnd I swore that I'd listen last time that you did thisnBut here I am with my tie in my handsnHold it up to your eyesnA sacrificenI'm yours if you can tie this rightnnSo put your dress on and you can do my tienAnd I swore that I'd listen last time that you did thisnBut here I am with my tie in my handsnHold it up to your eyesnA sacrificenI'm yours if you can tie this rightnA sacrificenI'm yours if you can tie this right