I'll move into your home,
to become ours, start paying the mortgage

We'll meet with our friends, the friends who are married
or have children
from around the globe

Have coffee and croissants
and read the Sunday Papers

We'll become one of those- couples
That you always say “I hate on!”

I'll wake you up with my hair dryer,
You'll make me cafetiere coffee

You'll moan about how I don't wash up,
I'll moan about how you hoard crappy clothes

The friends I have will eventually be ours
not mine,
We'll become dependent on each other through time

Then one day you'll “pop” the question,
Have two children,
And a dog called, Monty.