Fancy, a big house
Some kids and a horse
I cannot cry
But nearly guarantee a divorceI think that I love you
I think that I do
So go on Mister
Make Miss Me, Mrs. YouI 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 bootI love you, I love you, I love you, I do
I only make jokes to distract myself
From the truth, from the truthI 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
