Every single flower

I ever got you

Has always gone to wilt

Every single tower

I ever built you

Has always had a tilt

I scratch the walls

I scratch

I scratch the walls

I scratch

I scratch but you don't itch

I scratch but you don't itch

You don't itch

When I come into town

You say "Next time around babe

This ain't the right time of the month"

When I'm knockin' down

The back door to your house, babe

It turns out you split through the front

I scratch the walls

I scratch

I scratch the walls

I scratch

I scratch but you don't itch

I scratch but you don't itch

You don't itch

So I finally decided you live in another dimension

Next thing I know I receive an engraved invitation

Off I go, row after row

You're in one of those homes

But I don't know which

Every single time

I try to make you mine

I wind up with a pie in my face

You say dinner's at nine

And I get the right time

But it turns out I got the wrong place

I scratch the walls

I scratch

I scratch the walls

I scratch

I scratch but you don't itch

I scratch but you don't itch

You don't itch