Well the dice that I roll
Never seems to land on six
And the 48 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 gamble on
I
We could
From the firework love ignites
But the 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 should
Kept him sitting waiting there
To show the tortoise middle-age
Cause you never back an animal
That struggles on two legs
I
Than one that sits up and just begs
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 don
So you can
When he