| Lyrics: | 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 |
