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
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