No Carpet on the Floor

There's no carpet on the floor 

No fire in my stove

No food in the fridge 

How do I stay alive?

Each day loving you a little more

There's no icing on the cake 

Because it's a fruit cake 

No money in the bank 

My mind is a think tank

Always solving problems 

Even at rock bottom 

There is no compassion 

For the man who makes it happen 

There's a blanket in my heart

For making love on the floor

There are no friends at my side

Not a thing have I to hide

Blessed with moxie & a hot body 

Cursed with clarity & haughty 

Every day more risk than before 

No carpet on the floor 

No picture on my wall

Not a clock anywhere 

You knock on the barren door 

Eager to make love like before

No carpet on the floor 

But there's a blanket in my heart.