[Instrumental intro — bass and drums; guitar interrupts in short bursts] [Verse 1 — male voice, close and dry] You fold the blanket every time You stand to get a drink. Your boots stay pointed at the door. Your bag stays by your feet. By ten you’re in my usual chair. The sun is warming both your knees. I shut a drawer a little hard. You start to lace your shoes. [Pre-Chorus — female voice; guitar drops out] You said, “Make yourself at home.” I did. Now every drawer’s got something to say. [Chorus — male voice; heavy, open melody] MOVE OVER. DON’T MOVE OUT. I CAN WANT MY CHAIR AND STILL WANT YOU AROUND. [Instrumental — bass answers the vocal rhythm] [Verse 2 — female voice, clipped and gathering force] You leave the weather on till two. I say I slept just fine. I turn the tap on, call you names, Then thank you one more time. I’d like a drawer for all my socks. I’d like the sound turned down. I’d like to ask you sitting here, Without already standing up. [Chorus — male voice; female harmony enters on the last line] MOVE OVER. DON’T MOVE OUT. I CAN WANT MY CHAIR AND STILL WANT YOU AROUND. [Bridge — bass alone; two voices, plainly spoken] “I want my chair.” “Then ask me for your chair.” [One beat of silence] “Could you move?” “Could you turn that down?” [Male voice — melody returns quietly] You take your plate across the table. I turn the TV down. [Instrumental break — the riff returns; more space between the hits] [Final Chorus — male lead, female voice answering underneath] MOVE OVER. DON’T MOVE OUT. I CAN WANT MY CHAIR AND STILL WANT YOU AROUND. [Both voices — full band, rough and unpolished] WE CAN HAVE A FUCKING ARGUMENT AND STILL SIT DOWN. [Outro — instruments stop; ordinary voices] “That toast is burnt.” “That’s how I like it.” “Then that one’s yours.” “Pass the butter.”
