Another Life

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