You know young girls like happy endings,
Well I guess that's the way it's got to be,
Cause without all these happy endings,
What would happen to my industry?
(You know that) You know I wrote this shit to sell ya, sell ya,
(You know I) You know I never mean a word I tell ya,
(You know that) You know I wrote this hit to sell ya, sell ya,
(You know I) You know I never mean a word I tell ya.
Ivory towers wrapped round in silk,
A young calf with his mothers milk,
Victorian England shining so bright,
Two lovers kissing in the moonliiight.
(You know that) You know I wrote that hit to sell ya, sell ya,
(You know I) You know I never mean a word I tell ya,
(You know that) You know I wrote this shit to sell ya, sell ya,
(You know I) You know I never mean a word I tell ya, oooh
And the feeling's stronger,
The reason's longer, uuuuhhhh
You know young girls like happy endings,
Well I guess that's the way it's got to be,
Cause without all these happy endings,
What would happen to my industry?