My friends are renting someone's house
So everything that's in it
Was chosen for another's taste
And they must bear and grin it.
The furniture, the linens,
Every knickknack placed inside
Can't be altered, touched or moved at all
By neither hair nor hide.
It must be strange to realize
That these strangers, as they cook,
Will have access to your kitchen -
Every cranny, every nook.
When owners rent, they must decide
To just say, "What the heck!"
Accepting that they won't be at
Their renters' call and beck.
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