Intro: Verse: n.c. 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. Verse: n.c. 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... INTER.: And the feeling's stronger, The reason's longer, uuuuhhhh... Verse: 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?