I see you're groping for the door
I see you're sliding on the floor
But it's too late, Wendy
It's too late, Wendy
I'm home
So why have you locked the door, my pretty?
You knew it would be no use
Did you really think that door would stop me
And stand up to the abuse?
'Cause in a minute or two
I'll get my hand through
By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin
[Wendy I'm home]
Nice place we have here
I haven't been here for a while
And you don't need to worry
The other doors are safe
That back there was just not my style
But now I'm slightly perturbed
Because you're hiding in the bathroom
And the slider says "Do not disturb"
