Livin’ in the Woods in a Tree

(Okay, what should I do now? The treehouse song, okay, I'll try. That's gonna be a hard one, my hands are really cold. I'll put em in some warm water in a minute. Run water over them.)

Met a kinky little woman with crazy hair
Big brown eyes and a far away stare
Mama wouldn't think we made a pair
But we're living in the woods in the trees

Most folks think we're a little deranged
That's the way it is, probably never will change
We don't care 'cause you gotta be strange
When you're living in the words in the trees

Cook our breakfast whenever we rise
Play a little music for the butterflies
Say pretty things looking into our eyes
Laughing in the woods in the trees

Got a lot of friends we can go to see
Some got kids, had to settle the knee (?)
I love her and she loves me
Sleeping in the woods in the trees

Gonna have a party when the boat gets here
Try to have some food and a thing of beer
Dance with the people that we live near
Laughing in the woods in the trees

Both a little shaky with the other some time
Maybe cause things happened to what I'd behind
But we'll watch our steps as we start to climb
To our house in the woods in the trees