timmers basement

you often ask about my home

this basement that i call my own

you think it's some dark place-damp and cold

rat infested, a bit of mold

but it's not, it's where i choose too be

for timmers takes such good care of me

im safe and warm, out of the rain

he feeds me chocolates and champagne

we giggle and snuggle all through the night

then he tucks me in, all warm and tight

there's other things, that timmers does

but we'll save that for later, just because

all i know is i need him so

probably more than he'll ever know

so now i hope that you finally see

theres no other place i'd rather be