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.
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.
Zero 7 - Distractions
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