Distractions - The Accused

Fancy a big house

Some kids and a horse

I can not 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 do

I only make jokes to distract myself

From the truth, from the truth.