Well, would you want me in your afternoons
If I seduced you in your Mills and Boon?Well, I'll be the master, if you'll be the maid
But don't ya get those headaches in another lifeI'll bring you milk tray from a parachute
I'll play the Hollywood hunk, you can dye your rootsWell, I'll be your Burton if you'll be my Liz
There might be flying pigs in another lifeIt's how we're built, love, don't let it wilt, love
I'll take ya flat feet, well if you'll take my habitsIt all works out in the end, ah but in another lifeI'll be the stranger in your horoscope
The cheeky builder calling with his quoteOr maybe a Chippendale on girls night out
Make mine the biggest pouch in another lifeIt's how we're built, love, don't let it wilt, love
I'll take ya mood swings, well if you'll take my hobbiesIt all works out in the end, ah but in another lifeWell, I'll be your Burton if you'll be my Liz
There might be flying pigs in another life
And you'd give up the cigs in another lifeAnd beer tastes good in tins
Test matches we might win
And your mother buys her gin