Well, the dice that I roll
Never seems to land on six
And that forty-eight card pack
Is short of some of my old tricks
The horse I bet on all those years ago
Is probably still running round the track
Like the marriage that I gambled on
Im due my money back
Im due my money back
We couldve learned, we couldve burned
From the firework love ignites
But that sparkler of romance
It proved impossible to light
If your country code or your green cross code
It can leave a lasting mark
History books have showed, follow safety code
And stamp out your final spark
Well, the husband that I married once
I shouldve kept him in a cage
Kept him sitting waiting there
To show the tortoise middle age
Cause you never back an animal
That struggles on two legs
Id rather back a stray with three
Than one that sits up and just begs
Than one that sits up and just begs
We couldve learned, we couldve burned
From the firework love ignites
But that sparkler of romance
It proved impossible to light
If your country code or your green cross code
It can leave a lasting mark
History books have showed, follow safety code
And stamp out your final spark
Milk will curdle, cheese go off
Expensive wine mature
Kids grow up, parents down
Husbands turn to tragic bore
Receipts and life insurance all very well
But dont fully cover hate
So you cant return this idiot
When hes past his sell by date
Milk will curdle, cheese go off
Expensive wine mature
Kids grow up, parents down
Husbands turn to tragic bore
Receipts and life insurance all very well
But dont fully cover hate
So you cant return this idiot