If you come to visit me, and leave things at my house
I take ownership of them.
Take these glasses for example. They are now mine.
I don't need em.
But I'll still wear em cuz they're mine.
I may even put my hair up and dance around to "Hot For Teacher" should the feeling hit me.
That sounds like something I'd do.
So, Vicky, I'm holding your glasses ransom.
If you'd like to have them back, you're gonna have to visit me again soon.
Get in your car, and drive here from London.
Cuz you miss me. And your spectacles.
Glasses don't suit me.
And I'm starting to go cross-eyed.