• It's like jumping off a rainbow
    And into a pot of gold
    Being in his arms
    Always feels like home.

    We always seem to fight
    About very tiny things,
    But in the aftermath
    No one ends up winning.

    We plan to get married
    And have a couple of kids
    We want to own a house
    With a white picket fence

    We always threaten to leave
    When things don't go our way
    But it's just our sense of humour
    So we both remain to stay.