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