text: 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
  Youll 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
  And I love you, yeah
  I love you, oh I do
  I only make jokes to distract myself
  From the truth, from the truth