Fancy, a big house Some kids and a horse I cannot 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 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