Well, would you want me, in your afternoons If I seduced ya, in your mills and boons Well, Ill be the master if youll be the mate But dont you get those headaches In another life Ill bring your milk tray, from a parachute Ill play the hollywood hunk, you can dye your roots Or Ill be your burton if youll be my liz And there might be flying pigs In another life Thats how were built, love Dont let it wilt, love Ill take your flat feet Well, if youll take my habits, it all works out in the end Ah, but in another life... Ill 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 Thats how were built, love Dont let it wilt, love Ill take your mood swings Well, if youll take my hobbies, it all works out in the end Ah, but in another life... Well, Ill be your burton if youll be my liz There might be flying pigs In another life And youd give up the cigs In another life And beer tastes good in tins Test matches we might win And your mother buys her gin