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I 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
I fancy
A fast car
A bag full of loot
I can nearly guarantee
You and i with the blues
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 do
I only make jokes to distract myself
From the truth
From the truth
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