Don't you want a little house Where we can live all by ourselves? Hang like laundry, you and me Cuz quiet is the life I need Don't you want a pretty life Where I can grow you be your wife? Lined like paper, you and me Cuz I know trouble comes in threes No one said You would let love go to your head I know I sighed It was my goodbye lullabye And don't you want a garden too? And a baby who looks just like you? I said it but it's not what I mean Cuz I know trouble comes in threes Don't you want to be my man You say you do, you just don't know if you can I know trouble comes in threes You look at her like you looked at me No one said You would let love go to your head I know I sighed It was my goodbye lullabye I know I said "I love you too" With eyes of grey and lips of blue It's not what you say but what you do So maybe trouble comes in twos