Fancy a big house
Some kids and a horse
I cannot cry
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 love
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
From the truth from the truth
From the truth from the truth