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| To all those lucky in love |
Lyrics by THOMPSON SQUARE
A little house
A solid roof
Where our world is almost trouble proof
But I'm heading off
To the reason I gotta leave you waving goodbye
It's a good job, good pay
But a long run in a rat race
Working overtime
In the grit and grime
I just can't wait to get back
To where the issue is
Who loves who more
You say you do
I say I do
You say that's true
But baby who's keeping score
Cause I win and you win
When it's who loves who more
The whistle blows
I hit the road
Stop along the way to buy roses
I can hardly wait
Til' the minute I can walk it in
And see you smile
Back at home you're cooking up
Something that you know I love
Baby pour the wine
And I'll hit the lights
Then you and me'll get tangled in a heated little battle of
More than I do baby
I'm loving the way we go back and forth
And around and Around
You say you do and I say I do and you say that's true but baby
A little house, solid roof The worlds almost trouble proof
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