Am I asking for the moon?
Is it really so implausible?
That you and I could soon
Come to some kind of arrangement?

I´m not asking for the moon
I´ve always been a realist
When it´s really nothing more
Than a simple rearrangement

With one roof above our heads
A warm house to return to
We could start with separate beds
I could sleep alone or learn to
I´m not suggesting that we´d find
Some earthly paradise forever
I mean how often does that happen now
The answer´s probably never
But we could come to an arrangement
A practical arrangement
And you could learn to love me
Given time

I´m not promising the moon
I´m not promising a rainbow
Just a practical solution
To a solitary life

I´d be a father to your boy
A shoulder you could lean on
How bad could it be
To be my wife?

With one roof above our heads
A warm house to return to
You wouldn´t have to cook for me
You wouldn´t have to learn to
I´m not suggesting that this proposition here
Could last forever
I´ve no intention of deceiving you
You´re far too clever
But we could come to an arrangement
A practical arrangement
And perhaps you´d learn to love me
Given time

It may not be the romance
That you had in mind
But you could learn to love me
Given time