Bliss کے بول

So you want to be my girlfriend Wax my moustache in the morning I'll curse you over breakfast Where's my coffee; call this a boiled egg? It's runny, or hard Yes, it's hard I never said it would be fun I never said it would be... You think I need a son and daughter To fetch my slippers, clean the chimney I'll whip Johnny every Sunday I'll lock Mary in the cupboard All night long, she'll cry Oh, she'll cry I never said it would be fun I never said it would be... So you want to grow old with me Paint my hair black in the evening We'll go cruising on a liner I'll be oozing in the china And coughing As we go to Mexico I never said it would be fun I never said it would be...