Oh sure.
Now you just stand there,
With your eyebrows raised
And your mouth full of unmelted butter.

When I opened the door to my dreams
    and invited you inside,
You took my offered hand
    and held it so soft and tight.

You looked around and said,
Offhandedly,
"It's nice here.
I think I'll stay...
For a while."

Now just look at all the havoc you've caused!
You've even changed the colours,
    and rearranged my bookshelves.

But you just stand there with your smiling, buttered lips,
And you don't regret a thing.
Do you?