take me to your little country housenas you got the wheels now you can drive mentake me to your little country housenfor the week-end and to welcome springnwe could sit on the stairs outside of your housenand look at the trees and watch their flowers bloomingnthen in the morning we could mow the grassnit would smell so goodnwe would watch the dog run free aroundnand look for little things to huntnwhile we would drink our coffeeni would put some milk in the scrambled eggsnto make what's in your plate look biggernand the dog would come back running to beg for foodnand it would be funnremember when we were in your country housenit was winter and we were sitting in the kitchennyou told me how you screwed that bitchnand fucked that other onenand i acted like if i was offendedni told you:nbig time big crush is the only thing i wantnand i think that i have just found itni remember it felt goodni remember it felt that i was rightnthat i had understood everythingnbut i am not a genius and i don't get anything at all sometimenthe girl across the street from your country housenshe can play the ukulelenso when we're done with breakfastni'll grab the dog and my guitarnand i'll ask her if she wants to playnshe's pretty young but she's cutenand above all she comes from the US of Anand so i'll ask her if she'd marry me for the administration of her countrynso i can work and make some moneyna US bride, a green card and a jobnit will never replace true lovenbut i think i'm done with this onenand i'll grab the money, i'll grab the money