Letra de Housewife's Grief

When I come to your house, Everything looks fine, The chairs and tables all in place, And all the mirrors shine. There isn't a paper or a book That isn't in its proper nook, But when you come to my house, Please don't look! Cause everything in my house Is strictly out of place, The fuss and muss in my house Is always a disgrace, I run around from here to there To make the joint look neat and fair, But everything at my house Is hanging on a chair.