In Another Life

Well, would you want me in your afternoons If I seduced you in your Mills and Boon? Well, I'll be the master, if you'll be the maid But don't ya get those headaches in another life I'll bring you milk tray from a parachute I'll play the Hollywood hunk, you can dye your roots Well, I'll be your Burton if you'll be my Liz There might be flying pigs in another life It's how we're built, love, don't let it wilt, love I'll take ya 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 It's how we're built, love, don't let it wilt, love I'll take ya 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