Fancy a big house Some kids and a horse I can not quite, but nearly Guarantee, a divorce I think that I love you I think that I do So go on mister, make Miss me Mrs. you.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I do I only make jokes to distract myself From the truth, from the truth.
Fancy a fast car A bag full of loot I can nearly guarantee You'll end up with the boot
I love you, I love you, I love you , I do I only make jokes to distract myself From the truth, from the truth. I love you, I love you, I love you , I do I only make jokes to distract myself From the truth, from the truth.
