In such a place, how can I be wrong?

As I walk in to meet an astonishing host, I feel as snug as a snail under a rose, With its welcoming look, I see A comfortable flowing, sea Which makes my life as easy as toast. I feel as cozy as a cat on a keyboard, But I feel the need to keep my feet warm, So I go to the living room with its welcoming look, I sit down and read my favorite book, And think of how I can be bored? Especially in such a place, how can I be wrong? A very special place, where I feel that I belong, A place where my brain can relax, And that is true, it's a fact, So why not sit back at home, and listen to a song?