And with a pinkie promise, br He’ll be yours forever, br He aint a knight in shinning amour, br Or a charver clad in Burberry, br A fresh lad hell it’s years till he’s thirty, br Hell lets get dirty but gentle, br Your body’s a temple, br That he’ll worship forever. br br And with a secret handshake, br They’ll be soul mates, br She aint a princess in a fairytale, br Or a female modelling at Milan, br She liked fondling her funny man, br Just like it was when it began, br The arguments always indoors, br There more like thumb wars. br br Rest assured this loves insured, br He’ll quote her happy, br Tell her beautiful things, br With that cheeky monkey smile, br Then he’ll talk such malarkey, br For a little while to ease the stress, br They’ll both invest in drunken cuddles, br And bear-hug huddles.