IntroVerse 1I Need To Pick Up The Corner LotI’ve Got A Little Soft Spot To Be ResponsibleFor A Headache I’ve Got A WantTo Let The Cold Winds Bluster Through My YardAnd The Kids That I Cannot StopYes, The Kids Come Cut Across My LawnAnd All My Gaze Catches Is Their Turned BacksThat’s The Name Of My Corner LotObligation And A Soft SpotBreakVerse 2Well, I’ve Got Eyes That WatchCurb Appeal On The Corner LotCause Many Houses I Saw Last Year Humbled My Heart A LotCommanding All Their StuffBut People Watch And Play My Judge, Cast Shame Upon The LotI’ve Been Upkeeping It All, Picture And PotLike Houses That I SawBreakBridge 1With Extra Commitment Of MineI’m Working OvertimeShooting For Better Shape To Break On ThroughBut StillThese Extra People Walking ByThey Seldom Stop And TalkI Really Turn Them Off, I’m ConsistentBridge 2Verse 3On Consequence Of The Corner LotIt’s Hard Thinking Up What Became PositiveOn The One Hand, I Guess I’m NotLetting Cold Winds Bluster Through My ArseAnd The Leaf Piles Coming On, WellIt’s Really Not Too Bad To Clean Them UpFor The Judging Sidewalks, My Verdict In Immediate EffectYou’re Never Stepping Inside My HouseIn My House
