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Could you imagine a romantic liaison Somewhere in the south of France? We could book into a private hotel Where we could sip wine and dance I would phone up the wife and ask how things are She doesn't know I'm on a dirty weekend Ms Brown I love you, Ms Brown I need you If I divorced her would you marry me? Private detectives follow me everywhere Cameras at the ready for proof £10 an hour plus expenses I hope she gets her money's worth They found us naked in a car one day No excuses offered, none taken anyway A costly court-case, alimony granted Half my possessions are now hers Could you imagine a romantic liaison Somewhere in the south of France? We've booked into the private hotel We've made love, sipped wine and we've danced I've phoned up the wife and I've said how things are She knows I'm on a dirty weekend Ms Brown I love you, Ms Brown I need you If I divorced her would you marry me please?