The ChairMan

You'll always have a special place
A home inside my heart
It's comfy, cozy, warm and snug
There's music and there's art
There's wooden floors and throw rugs
There's mountain views and streams
There's coffee pots in every room 
And exercise machines
It's spacious, open, airy
There's flowers all year long
Lilacs mostly, every shade
They're all yours for a song
The only thing that's missing 
Is you, you'd make it fun
This home inside my heart was made
For me to live plus one 
I'm just an artsy troubadour 
Who writes down all his dreams
And dream of you, oh yeah I do 
In many ways and means
Now getting back to business 
If you do stop by
The key is hidden in a box
Just look for the butterfly 
It's painted on the box top
Under the willow tree
And when you open up the lid
There's two more things you'll see:
1. A deed with your name on it
The home is yours and mine
2. A picture of my new tattoo
Your name inside a vine
You may be wondering where I am
And how come I'm not there
I ran real quick to Nashville
To buy a smaller chair

for heri love yourhyme

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