He's forever laying out the rose petals 

and the romance 

Mr I love you, 

Mr I am, 

trouble is he's said it a hundred times before,  

Forever and a day 

Believe what you will 

But the whisky makes it easier, 

makes things smoother, 

Lies more slippery, 

Truth harder to find 

I love you 

Only he's a mirror in his hand.