The thief stole in again

I woke up today and my house is a mess again
My socks are mismatched my clothes inside out
And as usual my necktie's hung from the fan in a noose
I'll have to call my boss and tell him the thief stole in again
So I'll take the day off to take care of my house
I'm sure as usual nothing is stolen from me
I don't have a lot and what have are nothing fancy
But she comes in anyway and rearranges things to frustrate me
The funny thing is the thief and I were housemates before
And I used to have a lot more and it was good company
But it was never enough for her and I threw her out the door
And now she comes once in awhile to settle the score

Well it's partly my fault that the thief gets in
I should probably change the lock and get a dog
But I have to admit that I kind of like these nocturnal visitations
At least once in a while I get to alleviate my self-imposed isolation