Don't you want a little house
Where we can live all by ourselves?
Hang like laundry, you and me
Cuz quiet is the life I need
Don't you want a pretty life
Where I can grow you be your wife?
Lined like paper, you and me
Cuz I know trouble comes in threes
No one said
You would let love go to your head
I know I sighed
It was my goodbye lullabye
And don't you want a garden too?
And a baby who looks just like you?
I said it but it's not what I mean
Cuz I know trouble comes in threes
Don't you want to be my man
You say you do, you just don't know if you can
I know trouble comes in threes
You look at her like you looked at me
No one said
You would let love go to your head
I know I sighed
It was my goodbye lullabye
I know I said I love you too
With eyes of grey and lips of blue
It's not what you say but what you do
So maybe trouble comes in twos

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