Distractions

Fancy, a big house

Some kids and a horse

I cannot cry

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