Distractions - Zero 7, Sia

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

And I love you, yeah

I love you, oh I do

I only make jokes to distract myself

From the truth, from the truth