And were married in a haste,
As a kind of romance paste,
Looks much older than nineteen,
Baby spoiled his could- have- been.
This must be make- be lieve,
This must be make- believe,
This must be make- believe,
'Cause who do we know, dear,
On a brand new council plot,
While his dinner's far from hot,
She goes round to see her friend,
We will see his temper bend.
This must be make- be lieve,
This must be make- believe,
This must be make- believe,
Cause who do we know, dear,
She's walked out, and he is mad.
Who brought them to married bliss.
That he must punish kid for this
This must be make- believe,
This must be make- believe,
This must be make- believe,
'Cause who do we know, dear,