Well, would you want me, in your afternoons

If I seduced ya, in your Mills and Boons

Well, I'll be the master if you'll be the mate

But don't you get those headaches

In another life



I'll bring your milk tray, from a parachute

I'll play the Hollywood hunk, you can dye your roots

Or I'll be your Burton if you'll be my Liz

And there might be flying pigs

In another life



That's how we're built, love

Don't let it wilt, love

I'll take your flat feet

Well, if you'll take my habits, it all works out in the end

Ah, but in another life...



I'll be the stranger, in your horoscope

The cheeky builder, calling with his quote

Or maybe a Chippendale, on girls' night out

Make mine the biggest pouch

In another life



That's how we're built, love

Don't let it wilt, love

I'll take your mood swings

Well, if you'll take my hobbies, it all works out in the end

Ah, but in another life...



Well, 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 life

And beer tastes good in tins

Test matches we might win

And your mother buys her gin